"...Three years," he mumbles under his breath, his gaze finding the ground again, hanging his head in his hands propped up on his elbows against his knees.
"Aang— I— I'm sorry. I don't know anything. The last memory I have from home, I'd just left the White Lotus camp on the Day of Sozin's Comet. I was on my way to the Fire Nation Capital with Katara on Appa, and... I woke up in another world. That's it."
It's a heavy admission, his voice thick with emotion. He'd tortured himself until Azula's arrival imagining that Ozai and Aang defeated each other, leaving Azula in charge; he had fever dreams over it for over a week, completely incapacitated by shock when he'd first arrived in that other world. But now? It'd been so much absorbed. Until Aang's arrival, that is. Now things aren't sitting right, even though he'd known they'd been off before, all along; now it was uncomfortable, like the moment when one moves one's foot and realizes it's fallen asleep, pins and needles through his whole being.
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"Aang— I— I'm sorry. I don't know anything. The last memory I have from home, I'd just left the White Lotus camp on the Day of Sozin's Comet. I was on my way to the Fire Nation Capital with Katara on Appa, and... I woke up in another world. That's it."
It's a heavy admission, his voice thick with emotion. He'd tortured himself until Azula's arrival imagining that Ozai and Aang defeated each other, leaving Azula in charge; he had fever dreams over it for over a week, completely incapacitated by shock when he'd first arrived in that other world. But now? It'd been so much absorbed. Until Aang's arrival, that is. Now things aren't sitting right, even though he'd known they'd been off before, all along; now it was uncomfortable, like the moment when one moves one's foot and realizes it's fallen asleep, pins and needles through his whole being.