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Chapter Eighty-Three: Heal Edit
He was gone.
He presses his hand to his cheek, feeling the wet tears.
He . . . was . . . gone.
He is still arched backwards, and he moves forward, putting his hand to his forehead. He winces as his scar burns painfully . . . burning . . . Firebending.
The thing that killed him.
The thing that . . . that ended him.
That . . . almost ended him.
Just behind him, he can sense the water. The water that caused so much pain . . . but at the same time . . .
“I went down!” he whispers, and he is shocked at how hoarse his voice sounds. “I didn't just get hurt, did I?” If he closes his eyes, he can feel the pain, coursing through his body, looking for a way out and finding it. Finding it. The pain. Like the pain of the Avatar Spirit, but . . . so much . . .
Pain . . .
Pain . . .
Pain beyond pain . . .
The Avatar Spirit.
He finds his voice again. “It was worse than that. I was gone . . .”
He remembers the storm.
Battering them all with its power.
He remembers the morning after.
So pure and clean and beautiful.
He remembers the rainbow.
The hope that springs eternal in the human breast.
And the rainbow works its way into his words. Into his voice. Into his heart. “But you brought me back . . .” She tilts her head and smiles, but for once, it doesn’t infect him. Inside, he is hopeless. He is so angry. So very angry. And he doesn’t understand why. Her voice is music to his ears, and he can see the rainbow again.
“I just used the spirit water from the North Pole.” She shrugs. “I don't know what I did, exactly.”
I know what you did.
You saved me.
Not then . . . but just now.
You healed me . . .
You saved me . . .
“You saved me,” he tries to say, but his throat constricts, and he cannot speak.
The images flash through his mind.
Her leaning over, sobbing.
The cool feeling of the . . . of the spirit oasis water healing him.
The knowledge that she . . . that she . . . that she healed him.
That she . . . for him . . .
He twists so that he is facing her, and this time, he can speak.
“You saved me.”
She gently rests her hand on his cheek, and he knows that she, too, can feel the tears. “You need to rest . . .”
I was broken.
But . . .
You brought me back.
The tears pool, and he cannot hold them back.
You saved me.
The tears flow freely down his face.
You healed me.
Remember those sixty-three chapters in-between? Yep.
And yes, my counting is correct, PSU.
This is the sequel to Fortitude, of course.
"“I went down!” he whispers, and he is shocked at how hoarse his voice sounds. “I didn't just get hurt, did I?” If he closes his eyes, he can feel the pain, coursing through his body, looking for a way out and finding it. Finding it. The pain. Like the pain of the Avatar Spirit, but . . . so much . . ." -> It's the pain of the Avatar Spirit . . . except this time, the pain can't be released. Oh, monkeyfeathers. That's gotta hurt.
I originally put in some extra dialogue here, but it didn't feel right . . . so I took it out. T.T
How many times does Aang actually cry in the show? I can think of two times off the top of my head.
"So pure and clean and beautiful." -> That's a reference to Chicken Soup.
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