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Backdated March 13
Who: Ginko and Katara
What: Just a conversation.
When: Continuing this thread; before this thread;
March 13, late afternoon (because EVERYTHING worth happening happened that day, apparently)
Where: The Barracks
Summary: Because talking to a book doesn't cut it sometimes. In which Ginko explains something that isn't mushi.
Rating: PG
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If this is going to turn into a fight...? That thought would amuse him, if he could hear it. He doesn't smile-- but there is something soft about his expression, all the same. When Katara turn and greets him, he doesn't say anything at all. He just looks at her, thoughtfully-- before taking the cigarette from his mouth with something between a sigh and an exhale.
"Those are the motions for waterbending, huh? Those moves look a lot stronger than what you showed me before."
Ginko plans on approaching the subject the way you search for something lost on a mountainside. Circling in broad rings, slowly working over the trodden and untrodden places; with patience.
What: Just a conversation.
When: Continuing this thread; before this thread;
March 13, late afternoon (because EVERYTHING worth happening happened that day, apparently)
Where: The Barracks
Summary: Because talking to a book doesn't cut it sometimes. In which Ginko explains something that isn't mushi.
Rating: PG
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If this is going to turn into a fight...? That thought would amuse him, if he could hear it. He doesn't smile-- but there is something soft about his expression, all the same. When Katara turn and greets him, he doesn't say anything at all. He just looks at her, thoughtfully-- before taking the cigarette from his mouth with something between a sigh and an exhale.
"Those are the motions for waterbending, huh? Those moves look a lot stronger than what you showed me before."
Ginko plans on approaching the subject the way you search for something lost on a mountainside. Circling in broad rings, slowly working over the trodden and untrodden places; with patience.
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For a moment, all he can do is look at her. Then he spreads his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Katara-- I have crossed paths with many, many people. I've seen the kinds of things that people do when they are most afraid, and most angry. When they are exhausted and hopeless. But the one thing which I have seen the least-- is that kind of selflessness."
Ginko stands up and takes a step forwards, looking down at her with undisguised admiration. "How did you get to be so strong?"
He shakes his head, and smiles a little regretfully. "I didn't ask you to talk to me so I could tell you I was going to go away. I'm just apologizing for intruding on your family." I find you all pretty frustrating, to be honest. Don't you know it's when I want to argue that I know I've worked my way in too far?
He looks her straight in the eye. "I know you won't like this: but it's the truth. No matter how powerful you are as a bender, when I look at you-- I see a girl who isn't a quite child, but isn't quite grown up yet, either. Despite all that responsibility you've made yourself carry, and how gracefully you carry it."
He thinks, for just a moment, of his life when he was her age. Of being thrown out of houses, or leaving them out of conscience. Of the mushishi who used his curse to create work for themselves, and then pushed him away, over. And over. And over. Of waking up outside where he'd fallen when he was too tired to walk anymore, and seeing the twisting shapes of the creatures that told him he would have to get up and move on again. Because warm houses in snowy valleys, and the grateful smiles that came with them were dangerous. And he was only human. But he'll just have to adapt, again, won't he?
So he smiles at her. "This is what I came to say: Katara, I'm sorry. But no matter how strong you might be, for as long as you're here-- I won't be able to keep myself from worrying about you."
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...and Katara doesn't know how to respond to that at all. Part of her wants to protest - she hasn't made herself carry all this responsibility - it's just there and someone has to do it. And can't he see that no matter what she does, she's just glad if it's almost good enough? And it has been, so far, and she's holding it together but...
...but he'll worry about her? Who does that?
And she didn't even know if he had listened to what she said. But suddenly, just like before, Katara knows what to do. And this impulse she follows through with much more alacrity. One, two steps forward and her arms wrap around his waist in a hug. She's crying again, but they're not unhappy tears. Her voice is muffled as she speaks from laying her head against his chest. "Everyone needs someone to worry about them sometimes."
And it's so much easier to accept someone worrying about her... if they know she'll be worrying about them too.
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There's a certain memory he can't get out of his head, the scenes replaying over, and over. A house glowing warm in the snow, the blossoms and green furze of springtime blooming in the midst of frozen whiteness. If you linger too long in the warmth, it steals your strength-- and humans are weak in the wintertime. The sister clung to his arm then, as if she knew he wouldn't come back if she let him go.
But Suzu held on to him because she was afraid-- and Katara wasn't like that at all.
It takes him a moment-- what a thing to do-- but then he closes both arms around her, warmly. And for a while he doesn't say anything at all. Until, quietly--
"I guess you're not going to let me get away with doing things one-sidedly, huh?"
From the moment he watched the sunrise for the first time, his life has been a string of strange horizons. This is just a different kind of strange.
So Ginko adapts.