Aang kept his eyes closed. It was the only thing he could think of to do, keep his eyes closed tight until she was close, and then he reached out a hand and gently caressed her cheek with the tips of his fingers.
She felt like Katara. His eyes might lie to him but could Stacy fake the rest?
The way her breath caught in her throat sounded like Katara. He'd always paid attention to things like that, and he'd found that little things--like how her breathing had sounded in the dark of the Cave of the Two Lovers--impressed on his memory permanently, indelibly.
Opening his eyes, he looked at her--he really looked at her, drinking in the features of her face, trying to look past any illusions or deceptions that had been planted in his mind.
She looked like Katara.
His face twisted up into an expression that was nearly pained.
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She felt like Katara. His eyes might lie to him but could Stacy fake the rest?
The way her breath caught in her throat sounded like Katara. He'd always paid attention to things like that, and he'd found that little things--like how her breathing had sounded in the dark of the Cave of the Two Lovers--impressed on his memory permanently, indelibly.
Opening his eyes, he looked at her--he really looked at her, drinking in the features of her face, trying to look past any illusions or deceptions that had been planted in his mind.
She looked like Katara.
His face twisted up into an expression that was nearly pained.
"Please tell me you're real."