[She last remembered running toward the Forgetful Valley.
It was a dangerous place. She hadn't thought of the danger- she wasn't exactly in a place of mental clarity, even for her- but she knew, logically, that it was possible.
Some people remember dying.
One of her footsteps falters, and she realizes that she stopped walking in midstride. She curses her own moment of weakness and keeps walking.
She'd had everything taken from her- her family, her friends, her accomplishments- and now she could never reclaim any of it. If she could still firebend, she'd probably lash out in a childish tantrum like Zuko would, but- lucky her- that had been taken from her too.
But she's not going to share that. She can't. Somehow, the feeling of finality, of irretrievability, makes the thought of showing weakness even more unacceptable. Suddenly it felt vitally important to preserve the mask of indifference, though she couldn't articulate to herself exactly why.]
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It was a dangerous place. She hadn't thought of the danger- she wasn't exactly in a place of mental clarity, even for her- but she knew, logically, that it was possible.
Some people remember dying.
One of her footsteps falters, and she realizes that she stopped walking in midstride. She curses her own moment of weakness and keeps walking.
She'd had everything taken from her- her family, her friends, her accomplishments- and now she could never reclaim any of it. If she could still firebend, she'd probably lash out in a childish tantrum like Zuko would, but- lucky her- that had been taken from her too.
But she's not going to share that. She can't. Somehow, the feeling of finality, of irretrievability, makes the thought of showing weakness even more unacceptable. Suddenly it felt vitally important to preserve the mask of indifference, though she couldn't articulate to herself exactly why.]
I sort of thought there'd be more old people.