[When she sees him step outside, her initial impulse is to do just that- to leave him in peace. Perhaps he'll- she's not sure what. Rethink things. Decide she's not worth the pain, like everybody eventually does.
And then he turns and looks directly at her treehouse, and another wave of clenching discomfort rises in her chest again. If she was near him, she would hurt him. If she avoided him, she would hurt him. What is she supposed to do here? What's 'right?' It's the one thing she was never good at, something she never even cared about until recently, how is she supposed to...
... She finds herself wishing Zuko was available to ask, which is a horrifying prospect in its own right.
She doesn't know. She hates not knowing. She hates how bad at this she is. She hates having to ignore her usual instincts, hates knowing that they're probably wrong, hates feeling like she's just going to hurt him either way. Hates caring about hurting him. Hates the thought of losing him.
She hates the thought of losing him.
She growls in frustration as she hastily slips on proper clothing and heads outside to intercept him.]
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And then he turns and looks directly at her treehouse, and another wave of clenching discomfort rises in her chest again. If she was near him, she would hurt him. If she avoided him, she would hurt him. What is she supposed to do here? What's 'right?' It's the one thing she was never good at, something she never even cared about until recently, how is she supposed to...
... She finds herself wishing Zuko was available to ask, which is a horrifying prospect in its own right.
She doesn't know. She hates not knowing. She hates how bad at this she is. She hates having to ignore her usual instincts, hates knowing that they're probably wrong, hates feeling like she's just going to hurt him either way. Hates caring about hurting him. Hates the thought of losing him.
She hates the thought of losing him.
She growls in frustration as she hastily slips on proper clothing and heads outside to intercept him.]