[Whether he was apologizing to her or to Prim, she didn't know. Didn't care. The words were clearly meant. The look on his face was clue enough. And for a moment, she felt bad. Aang didn't have to know. Didn't have to know one thing about what had happened back in Panem. But he already knew a lot thanks to those damn chocolates back in February. From other small discussions they had had here and there.
She hung her head as well. It still hurt. Every time she mentioned it. Every time she saw her sister here, young and alive and thriving.]
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She hung her head as well. It still hurt. Every time she mentioned it. Every time she saw her sister here, young and alive and thriving.]
Me too.