none the richer
Six years ago, post-council Ba Sing Se
“Mai.” His voice is quiet but not small, a contrast to how it is within those high walls. He could say all he wants but never not at the cost of being shut down during the point he’s trying to make. So tonight there’s a gut feeling he wants to follow up on, something that tells him he might not be so alone in feeling defeated. She’s one of the first out of the hall. All the more reason to bother her while he can.
Gun shuffles down the steps, catching up to her with ease. If she’s in a hurry, it does take one to know one. Hopefully for the reasons he suspects. Otherwise, scratch the whole “I am you, you are me” sentiment or whatever. He blows raspberry, making sure they’re both at the same stride. “Weather’s nice tonight, isn’t it?” A start. Because it really is anyway. A fresh breath of air. God forbid being with family is, too.
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