At first, Katara expressed conflicted feelings about attending a play about themselves, but was soon swayed to go by Sokka, who desperately wanted to watch the performance. The sun warmed her back and she wasn’t looking back.Team Avatar went to the theater to see the play The Boy in the Iceberg.
There is nothing for us anymore.’ Truth couldn’t be brushed aside: the day of reckoning wasn’t far for them either and she- she wouldn’t be caught up, paralyzed alike all that surrounded her. That ignorance would help anyone was a lie fed to even the smallest babe, but it couldn’t quiet the heart couldn’t quiet how it beat in the tune of ‘Hope gone. She stayed silent when she witnessed her father waking feverish under the dusk of night, whispering desperate pleas to gods he never believed in, again and again and- They all said nothing. The tension climbed ever higher and the days dwinded into nothing. No one said a thing anymore, but whispers still rang in her ears- everyone knew. Was it selfish to think she was owed much more than this? The days ran dark. But this path set for her? Was happiness really writ in this well-worn path? She couldn’t help the way she turned away, continually spurning this path never did any good for anyone, least of all her- yet. She pretended not to notice but how painfully it lit, it twisted her inside, the way she deepened the furrow making a home on her mother’s brow. Now with everyone husked into a whisper, it was clear how thin hope really ran. Talk used to echo so loudly, so freely in these halls. Sacrilegious to say, something she kept tucked close to her heart, the secret being how beautiful that sunrise bloomed the way the ever deepening hues of the rays danced over all this monotone blankness, endless ice, endless cold- those soft, minute moments warmed her where nothing did anymore.
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