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[He's not sure how long he's sitting on the beach. Time doesn't even mean anything anymore, not when it isn't nine hours of actual hell, nine hours of failure, nine hours of wasted opportunity. So he sits at the beach throwing rocks and shells into the ocean, trying to allow his mind to go blank and finding it impossible.
It's his own curse, in a way. Not being able to shut his brain off.
It's why he constantly talks, constantly questions, constantly moves. It's why he finds himself eventually getting up and heading back toward the main part of the island with the huts and everything and it's how he finds himself noticing someone ahead. He's a bit surprised to see her alone, but he doesn't mind. Instead, he moves in to settle next to her even temporarily.]
...Zuko's going to be fine. [A "hi" would have worked just as well, but.]
It's his own curse, in a way. Not being able to shut his brain off.
It's why he constantly talks, constantly questions, constantly moves. It's why he finds himself eventually getting up and heading back toward the main part of the island with the huts and everything and it's how he finds himself noticing someone ahead. He's a bit surprised to see her alone, but he doesn't mind. Instead, he moves in to settle next to her even temporarily.]
...Zuko's going to be fine. [A "hi" would have worked just as well, but.]