[She looks down, abjectly miserable. Maybe she misread him - the way he's talking now doesn't mean anything more than friendship. Which... wasn't as bad, but it was just as bad at the same time. Right now, Katara hates the way Luceti takes people away. The last thing she wants to do is hurt someone, but she can't help be anything else than honest.]
I wish you... [wouldn't. Didn't. Don't set your hopes on me, Michael. I'm not sure how many more I can bear.]
[...a sigh. She doesn't want to talk about this anymore.]
[Action]
I wish you... [wouldn't. Didn't. Don't set your hopes on me, Michael. I'm not sure how many more I can bear.]
[...a sigh. She doesn't want to talk about this anymore.]
Thank you.