Aang closes his eyes tightly. For a few moments, the teenager just sits there, thinking, looking upset at the prospect of talking about things.
He knows he has to do all he can--he can't let people down again because he's afraid or because it hurts to talk about something. But it's bad memories--it's all bad and scary and awful, and he's dealt with that--he's coped. But he doesn't want to talk about it again, he doesn't want to think about it anymore, now that he's moved on.
Those gray eyes look immensely sad, full of hurt, and more than anything else, old, when he opens them to look at Leon again. They look as old as the gray seas are old in most worlds, old as the sky.
It's not the same as them looking weary, though. The worry lines around them make him look tired, maybe, but the old eyes that look at Leon are the eyes of a being that knows it has to put its own wants and needs aside for the sake of others.
"I understand."
He can't turn his back on people. He can't do that again, like he did at the beginning of the war.
"I woke up in the Medbay--there's a part in the back." The part that some of the crew had found, the part that Sokka and Zuko had found those records in. "There was an accident. When I woke up, it was after. They said I'd been awake and working with them for a long time--and that there had been an accident, with a girl with powers that went out of control. It made something bad happen, they said it made a bad place on the ship--like a mini Spirit World. But it was a bad one, a dark place."
In the mirror to the side of them, there's a flash of a girl in a blue dress walking across it.
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Aang closes his eyes tightly. For a few moments, the teenager just sits there, thinking, looking upset at the prospect of talking about things.
He knows he has to do all he can--he can't let people down again because he's afraid or because it hurts to talk about something. But it's bad memories--it's all bad and scary and awful, and he's dealt with that--he's coped. But he doesn't want to talk about it again, he doesn't want to think about it anymore, now that he's moved on.
Those gray eyes look immensely sad, full of hurt, and more than anything else, old, when he opens them to look at Leon again. They look as old as the gray seas are old in most worlds, old as the sky.
It's not the same as them looking weary, though. The worry lines around them make him look tired, maybe, but the old eyes that look at Leon are the eyes of a being that knows it has to put its own wants and needs aside for the sake of others.
"I understand."
He can't turn his back on people. He can't do that again, like he did at the beginning of the war.
"I woke up in the Medbay--there's a part in the back." The part that some of the crew had found, the part that Sokka and Zuko had found those records in. "There was an accident. When I woke up, it was after. They said I'd been awake and working with them for a long time--and that there had been an accident, with a girl with powers that went out of control. It made something bad happen, they said it made a bad place on the ship--like a mini Spirit World. But it was a bad one, a dark place."
In the mirror to the side of them, there's a flash of a girl in a blue dress walking across it.