[...and of course her face is like that. Of course she's sobbing. Of course she's probably even more of a wreck than he is now. Oddly enough, it gives him the strength to do what he does next. Albeit, what he does next he needs to speak himself through] ...You know, I don't know if I ever made this promise to you, ah. I... probably didn't have to, did I? [He crouches down.] But, I made a promise to "Katara," one which said I would do anything for her.

[And he takes the journal in hand from Linda, who stands there, not sure where to go next.] Anything at all. [And now holding the journal he begins to flip through the pages. His face is... dead. He's still crying, but he's so broken at this point he doesn't even know what his facial expression is] ...You know, he never lied to you, I think. Not about the worlds he couldn't imagine.

[I love you.

...Ah, here it is. He presses record and-]

Hey, bastards. I'm reporting that Katara has an error. ...She still remembers me being from her world.