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[ Action, Some Journal ] BACKDATED to the 11th .059

[On April 9th, Katara had been told that she was an "error," and doomed to die by a boy with the face of the man she loved. As you can imagine, the rest of the day was not spent cheerfully; rather after wandering about for some time, Katara returned home to make dinner and then quietly excused herself to write some letters, and then bend into the early morning hours.

On April 10th, the sun rose on a Katara who was entirely herself, and the sudden onslaught of memories drove her to her knees. In the early hours of the morning, she wept beside the river, feeling inside out and torn apart and lost... eventually she returned to her room in order to sleep the sleep of the deeply exhausted.

She did not wake until April 11th. This was another slow day, where she read the letters her other self had written and decided not to give them out, ended up seeking some unlikely advice, and generally stuck to her schedule, feeling... strange.

But today? Today she woke up feeling a little more like herself. It was a Thursday, which meant meeting Nami for bo practice after school (which she... finally got back to attending, sorry Professor) and then made dinner. She may glance through the journal a bit more than normal; she may even contemplate attempting to contact someone, and... eventually, she does make two locked posts:]

[Written | Private to Robin]
Hey. I know you'll probably say you're fine, but I just wanted to ask how you were doing.

[Voice | Private to Wolfwood]
Do you have a minute?

[Later that evening, she'll be practicing by the river, under the light of a waning moon.]

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[She rolled her eyes lightly and speared a piece of mango with a fork.]

That's okay. [She smiles a little.] I appreciate that you're trying. A residual broken heart is a heavy memory to carry, but... I'll be okay.

[And that's the least of her problems, really.]

[Residual broken heart...?]

You had the error, right? [Of course he knew the answer. But he hadn't let on that he did.]

[He might have been able to tell when she got back, sure. But by then, the damage had been done.]

...yeah.

Edited 2012-04-16 05:25 (UTC)

But you didn't realize it. [Not until later. Not until she came back crushed.]

Well, how would I? Aang came back and remembered... I still felt the same. I didn't think to check with anyone else.

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She didn't think to check with anyone else. [The distinction is so important. She looks down at her mango, abruptly not hungry anymore.] She was so happy.

Yeah. I noticed. [He understands that distinction. His life in that other world was so similar, he hasn't done that for himself. But he's had other lives. Ones he doesn't associate with himself. That separation is important.]

It most be hard. Carrying her pain.

[She closes her eyes, trying not to cry. It feels so painfully easy to do. And she hasn't even had a chance to really think about what this must have done to Masaomi... what he'd said... what he'd done, to her and for her.

I don't know what to do with it.

Does she try to hold on to it? Does she try to let it go? It had hurt so much.

But admitting that she doesn't know what to do isn't something that Katara does easily.]

...it will fade eventually.

I know. It usually does.

[He can tell she's lost. And on the verge of losing it again. She'd been trying to hold it in and he'd gone and tried to drag it back out of her.

And now she wouldn't eat her mango. Or any bacon. Not... not that this mattered. But she needed to keep her strength up.

He finally stands up, so he can stand behind her, where she's still staring down at her meal to be. He sets a hand on her shoulder. A sort of invitation... or warning, that there's probably some sort of hug going to happen.]

I'm sorry.

Edited 2012-04-16 06:06 (UTC)

...it's okay, Sokka.

[He's trying so hard, but if she lets him really comfort her she's not sure if she'll be able to keep going without breaking down again.]

[Well. He tried. He gives her shoulder another pat, before backing off.]

Anyway, just make sure you eat. Even if you have to force yourself.

[And that touches something he is unaware of.]

I'm not an idiot, Sokka.

[.... okay, that um. Came out of nowhere.]

It was just a helpful reminder!

Well, it wasn't very helpful! I have the food right in front of me, don't I? I'm not going to waste it.

[... Sokka just stares. Katara's emotional outbursts aren't that unusual. It's better than being mopey, right?]

Well you could have decided to give it to Momo. He likes mangos.

Maybe I will give it to Momo!

[Yes, now she's just overreacting.]

[He can tell. He sighs.]

Okay. What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong! [Stand up!]

Quit pushing me!

[Storm off???]

Of course nothing's wrong. You wouldn't be yelling about a mango otherwise.

[Let it all out, Katara. He has a crazy Katara outburst filtration system. He can take it all.]

I'm not yelling about a mango, I'm yelling about you!

Well, technically you're yelling at me.

Yes! About you!

[In about five seconds, this conversation will strike her as ridiculous.]

I just don't want you to be hungry! I'm being considerate.

[Or his idea of what considerate is.]

Edited 2012-04-20 18:39 (UTC)

[That's right, he doesn't know--]

Ugh! Sokka!

[And suddenly it all sinks in. He takes a deep breath. Calm.]

If... if you're trying to diet or something, I don't think you need to. You look fine. Great. I mean... not great. To me. But to other people, probably great? What I'm saying is, you don't need to lose weight. You could eat two mangos. And some bacon! It would be fine!

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