[She hated that she had done this to him. Aang was one of the few people she knew, could even count on, to be optimistic. To provide some sort of ray of hope where she had none herself. But there was no hope on his face now. Not even the slightest hints thereof.
Despite that, he had more guts than she did. She never would have confronted someone about words spoken on the journal. At least, not in person.
Her breath caught in her throat as she shrugged slight.]
[Action]
Despite that, he had more guts than she did. She never would have confronted someone about words spoken on the journal. At least, not in person.
Her breath caught in her throat as she shrugged slight.]
Like what?