"To make sure that...that people would come home. Safely." Which was a promise she had never made specifically, out loud. It was, instead, the one she always made to herself. "To do everything I possibly could, once we started working together to cure it. I just don't know if I really...if I really did."
Quite a few things met in Mia's head in this office and tried juggling themselves around in her head. Failure, yes, but also a conversation with Aang, and a different one with Billy, and the constant pressure (from herself, from others?) to maintain the appearance of knowing what she was doing. Even when she didn't.
That was a healer's life, wasn't it? All of that clashed with the fear of not knowing if they would succeed. Of perhaps dying in an explosion, instead, a testament to their joint failure. The feeling that she had dragged down the effort with scattered moments of clumsiness.
"I'm not making very much sense, am I?" she whispered.
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Quite a few things met in Mia's head in this office and tried juggling themselves around in her head. Failure, yes, but also a conversation with Aang, and a different one with Billy, and the constant pressure (from herself, from others?) to maintain the appearance of knowing what she was doing. Even when she didn't.
That was a healer's life, wasn't it? All of that clashed with the fear of not knowing if they would succeed. Of perhaps dying in an explosion, instead, a testament to their joint failure. The feeling that she had dragged down the effort with scattered moments of clumsiness.
"I'm not making very much sense, am I?" she whispered.