[ action ] taking place just before and just after 4th Wall

[markofthebrave]

[Katara has now had some time to adjust to this strange new place. She's stalked the people she supposedly knows. She's read back in the book. She's gone so far as to attempt the new technology that would take her to the ocean and back and found how truly trapped they were.

Now that everything was a little less raw, the crushing certainty that she was trapped here with people who claimed to know her, people who claimed to be her family, demanded a response.

She couldn't just run away. It was a failing of hers. The only reason she'd run was if it was to form a better plan of attack. But how could you attack when the threat was... being known? Or... being known enough. There were questions and she wanted answers.

So while Katara wasn't overtly looking for anyone who claimed to know her, she was willing to let herself be found, and wandered into places where that would be quite easy.]

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It -is- pretty nice

[markofthewise]

He gave her a look. "... that's one way to look at it."

Her being here wasn't that peaceful.

[markofthebrave]

"And the way that you're looking at it?"

[markofthewise]

"I want to go home." He realized he had a lot better one to go back to than she did. He realized it was a selfish admission.

[markofthebrave]

Her gaze flickered down to his bandaged hands again.

"That's understandable." Her next words were carefully devoid of any specific infliction, "No one would want to remain in a prison."

[markofthewise]

He wondered if there was insight to be found there. He knew that the Fire Nation kept prisons for waterbenders. Maybe that was what happened to her. He nodded in agreement.

For the moment, he reached towards the bandage on his right hand, a moment away from peeling it off.

"Do you think you can fix this for me?"

[markofthebrave]

She frowned. "What are you talking about?"

[markofthewise]

Ah. It was supposed to be a secret. Well, that made it hard.

"Should I ask somewhere more private?"

[markofthebrave]

"...if you think that would be best."

She'd been under the understanding that this place was safe from the kinds of things she'd faced at home, but maybe she'd been wrong.

[markofthewise]

"I'll take you to my smithy."

He snatched a few items off the shelf on his way to the door.

"So... what have you been up to since you got here?"

[markofthebrave]

"Just... trying to get a feel for the place."

She followed long quietly.

[markofthewise]

"Good feelings or bad?"

Bad, probably.

[markofthebrave]

"It's very strange in many ways," she said cautiously. She had her suspicions, but she wasn't sure she knew how to address them, or if it was the right time and place.

[markofthewise]

"I wish I could tell you it makes more sense as time goes on. In some ways it does, but the more answers you get, the more questions you end up with."

[markofthebrave]

Her lips pressed together and she shook her head faintly, "People from the future and the past... technology like nothing I've ever seen before... and none of that explains why we're here."

[markofthewise]

"Sometimes I'm not even sure the Malnosso know that one." He watched his feet as he continued to walk, forehead creased as he considered it for himself. He wasn't even sure why she, this version of his sister, was here. "Sometimes I think it's just an accident. A big accident, like an icicle falling to the ground. All the pieces crash and shatter and even if you wanted to, scrambling to put them together wouldn't fix it."

[markofthebrave]

She gave him a long, measuring look. "That makes as much sense as anything else I've heard."

[markofthewise]

"It's not one of my best metaphors." He shrugged. "I don't know why you'd even want to put an icicle together again. And you'd have no problem doing it if you did want to."

[markofthebrave]

She didn't like, couldn't understand, his casual reference to her powers.

"It wouldn't be the same icicle."

[markofthewise]

It was a second nature that he found very difficult to shake. Even though he was trying.

"You mean like stepping into a river a separate time? I guess. If you want to get philosophical about it."

They were at the smithy, so he pushed his way on in. The other workers were in the back room, meaning they had the area to themselves.

[markofthebrave]

She followed him in and, after extending her miserably truncated senses, asked, "Do you think that's what happened to me?"

[markofthewise]

He turned to her, perplexed. "What do you mean?"

[markofthebrave]

"I'm not the same icicle."

[markofthewise]

"... ah." He faltered for a moment. It hit close to home. Too close to home. It was nowhere near the same, he realized. But he knew he wasn't the same icicle either. It's why he and Suki didn't work.

And yet...

"Maybe you're not. But. You're made up of all the same pieces. Those are the parts that matter. To me."

I'd have been better off if I realized this a few days ago, with Suki.

[markofthebrave]

Katara searched his eyes. She'd become very good at telling whether or not someone was lying as a matter of necessity. She wasn't completely certain of it. But she was willing enough to think... yes. He was telling the truth.

She wasn't sure she knew what to do with that. So she glanced away, frowning slightly.

[markofthewise]

He didn't know what else to offer. So he began undoing the bandage on one hand, since there was no one else around.

"Can you heal this? I know it's not much, but. It makes it hard to do my work."