[When Katara learned that Suki had gone, she felt herself stop breathing. She quietly excused herself and made as if she was going to see Sokka, but really, she only went so far on the path before she ran off of it to find her own private place to weep.
She was good at crying in private, at grieving over her own loss before going out and doing what she could for the others. But this was different, this was worse - sure, she had lost a sister, but Sokka had lost the one who lit up his world. It didn't change anything. There were always places in grief she couldn't reach. But these were deeper, dazzlingly, intimately personal grooves of pain... still. There wasn't anything else she could do.
Old Patterns. New loss.
Were things ever going to change for the better?
She dried her tears, selfish tears, and regardless of his desire to be alone, Katara needed to see her brother with her own eyes, determine if he was all right in all the ways he could be. Selfish, maybe, but she heads home. ("Home." Ha.)
Upon arrival at the Avatar House, the scent of ash and smoke sends her into a new panic of remembered loss, though the house itself still seems standing. She races inside just long enough to determine that the smell isn't coming from there, before circling back outside to find the ruins of... something. Something had been deliberately burned.
Sokka...
Her heart ached for him. After trying his room and not finding him - or that giant bed - there, she knew what it was and - Oh.
She made herself breathe and then decided to try his basement. Her footsteps are heavy on the stairs.]
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She was good at crying in private, at grieving over her own loss before going out and doing what she could for the others. But this was different, this was worse - sure, she had lost a sister, but Sokka had lost the one who lit up his world. It didn't change anything. There were always places in grief she couldn't reach. But these were deeper, dazzlingly, intimately personal grooves of pain... still. There wasn't anything else she could do.
Old Patterns. New loss.
Were things ever going to change for the better?
She dried her tears, selfish tears, and regardless of his desire to be alone, Katara needed to see her brother with her own eyes, determine if he was all right in all the ways he could be. Selfish, maybe, but she heads home. ("Home." Ha.)
Upon arrival at the Avatar House, the scent of ash and smoke sends her into a new panic of remembered loss, though the house itself still seems standing. She races inside just long enough to determine that the smell isn't coming from there, before circling back outside to find the ruins of... something. Something had been deliberately burned.
Sokka...
Her heart ached for him. After trying his room and not finding him - or that giant bed - there, she knew what it was and - Oh.
She made herself breathe and then decided to try his basement. Her footsteps are heavy on the stairs.]