[ Ugh, that is...a lot to take in. And just because Aang is accustomed to ginormous angst bombs, that doesn't make it any easier to deal with. He's just a little better about keeping it to himself, or at least the worst of it. While the news makes him stop for a moment, he's quick to pick up the pace once more.
Allen's already had to suffer through this, and grieve. He shouldn't have to hold Aang's hand now.
Still, he doesn't want to be here right now. He wants to leave, to go to the city to confirm the deaths, to go to the castle to confront this Mithros, to do anything but continue to listen to one horror after another.
Yes, he had asked; but he doesn't want to hear, and so he doesn't know what to say.
But he will cry, albeit silently. He doesn't know who was turned, who died, and who survived. Aang is a bit scared to ask, but he doesn't need to know any of them to sincerely mourn, his footsteps feeling heavier than ever. ]
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Allen's already had to suffer through this, and grieve. He shouldn't have to hold Aang's hand now.
Still, he doesn't want to be here right now. He wants to leave, to go to the city to confirm the deaths, to go to the castle to confront this Mithros, to do anything but continue to listen to one horror after another.
Yes, he had asked; but he doesn't want to hear, and so he doesn't know what to say.
But he will cry, albeit silently. He doesn't know who was turned, who died, and who survived. Aang is a bit scared to ask, but he doesn't need to know any of them to sincerely mourn, his footsteps feeling heavier than ever. ]