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markofthebrave) wrote2011-01-30 01:07 pm
markofthebrave) wrote2011-01-30 01:07 pm
[ Action, Voice ] .037
['sup, Luceti. Hope you're not the curious type of person, because if you are the filter on this is so thin you could sneeze and break it. Someone is singing, this early afternoon, singing a lullaby softly and into their journal. The feed will cut off before the crying starts.]
Little child, be not afraid...
[Later in the afternoon, there is an unfamiliar woman with a familiar set of blue-toned wings and waterskin at the south-most bridge. There's only so much hiding in one's room that can be done when the memories are thick and the silence is very, very loud.]
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Your mom died. That sucks, and it might never stop hurting. But a lot of things have happened since then, and you're not a little kid anymore. You've grown up and you've got other things to worry about. Do you think your mom would want this to be one of them?
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I know she wouldn't.
[There's a pause here as she reflects - this conversation would be so much easier in person. There's a natural reticence to what she'll say that's private over the journals, even if this filter is completely private now. That and - even though she knows who it is - she's talking with a stranger's face.]
I know you're saying this because you heard me this morning... and I wasn't in very good shape then. But I've had all day like this now. I won't let the Malnosso take the memories I have of someone who was precious to me and use it to hurt me. Not when I know that would be the last thing she would want.
...it's hard. Not just seeing her like this, but being her - what they're doing isn't right. And this isn't the first time they've done something like this to me. What happened to her... is never something I can just forgive. [And until I've faced the man who did this to her... it's not something I can just let go.]
But that doesn't mean it's not something I can't reach beyond. Even like this.. how could I do anything less? I won't let her down. [Because Katara has always felt, when her mom died, that all of her responsibilities were transferred on to her.] Especially not in her body.
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I never said you had to forgive anything. Reaching past it though - that's a good step. This world's just like any other; you leave a wound open like that and it's going to poke at it.
When you can walk away [Not burying it forever, no; just leaving it when you have to] from something like that though, then you're doing good by her memory. I'm glad you didn't really need me to tell you that after all.
[It's that not-quite civilian quality again. He needs to get used to the idea that she never seems to be just one or the other.]
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And there's something nice, too, about hearing his reasoning further explained. Katara doesn't believe in hiding the way that she feels - but she also doesn't see the sense of exposing a vulnerability unless she has something to gain from it.]
I appreciate the thought behind it, anyway.
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But I've bothered you enough for one night, I think. From the sounds of it you've had a long day.
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What did you do, as a cloud?
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[The voice carries all of her usual curiosity.]
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