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Aang didn't come out for breakfast today. When I went in his room to check on him, all his stuff was gone. ...I guess this means he went home, right?

And all the stuff in the kitchen is different - does anyone know how they're supposed to work? ~~Or how they got in here without waking us up, because -- seriously, creepy.~~

[Filtered to Longshot 60%]
Hey - haven't seen you around in a while. How are you doing?

[Filtered to Erza 62%, OPEN to Gaang members]
Hi, Erza! I've got a few questions about magic, and you're the only one I know here who does it. Do you mind?

[Filtered to the Green Lantern 62%]
John Stewart, the Green Lantern. I spoke about it with my brother, and we decided that we were more comfortable if you didn't bring us up.

[As for action? Katara is not going very far today. In fact, she is stuck inside, doing healing sessions with the invalid and making sure he stays in bed, and trying to figure out how all this crazy new stuff works. If you think she'd open the door for you and let you in, feel free to stop by and give the girl ~~something else do~~ a helping hand!]

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...Not with the time we had. If I'd stayed... if I'd tried... if I had more time...

["It seems to me like what you can do is very different than what you think you should do."]

...no. I don't think so. I guess I'll never know for sure.

[I walked away and I let him die. And at that thought, Katara's hand goes up to cover her mouth and her shoulders hunch as she starts to cry - shuddering, impolite sobs.]

[...so therefore he told her he was fine so that she would leave. And get away safely? It's a guess. But there's no real time to consider that further. Nami is a pushy sort, and she doesn't give a damn about personal space in a situation like this.

The moment Katara's hand goes up to her mouth, she shifts from her own seat silently and crosses to the couch in one quick move, arms wrapping around the other girl tightly without a word.]

[And so Katara cries, because the reality of it is crashing down on her, because she can feel it tightening in her stomach, she can remember his life in her hands and she wonders - if he hadn't betrayed her, if he hadn't gone after innocent people, would she have made the same choice?

And she cries because she wasn't strong enough to save him, because Longshot had to lose another friend, because the whole war was stupid and pointless and the Earth Kingdom should have been their allies, a place of safety and instead Aang had - been hurt - Jet had died, everything had just gone wrong, and now it didn't even matter because they weren't even in the same world anymore...

And eventually the sobs will stop and the tears will dry and Katara will wish that she could have kept on crying, because she really doesn't want to have to deal with what happens next.]

[Nami isn't going to move. In some ways, it's easy for her to offer comfort like this - but it's the only thing she can do, not knowing Katara or her world as well as she might like. Which means when Katara finally starts to exhaust herself, she's at a loss ... because she wants to help. But Nami has no idea how, apart from just being there.

She'll wait for the physical cue; when Katara starts to pull back of her own accord, Nami will let go and sit back. But before then, I'm afraid you're still caught in a hug, Katara.]

[That's all right. Hugs are good. Katara likes hugs. And she'll just sit there a few moments more before shifting away.]

I guess I knew that it had to have happened. But I still hoped...

[So many people have died. And I never got to apologize. ...or even decide if he deserved it.]

[Confirmation brings it home, though.

She's not saying that. Or anything else that sounds like a platitude, because what good will it do? Instead, she'll lean down to collect Katara's mug from the table, offering it back to her with a small smile.]

Here.

[If you weren't 15, she'd offer to make it stronger. But the tea, at least, is still warm.]

Thanks, Nami. [And she's not just talking about the tea. She will take a sip.]

Any time. [Flippant. Sincere, though. She'll rescue her own tea, now.]

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