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A/N: It's been, what, a month since I wrote the first part of this? Jeez. Sorry guys, no smut this time.
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Fear
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Seven times the moon has risen and seven times it has set since Katara first woke in this place. She and Zuko have only done... that once, but they've held each other nearly constantly since then. Once a day by the setting of the moon a small basket of bread and a small flask of water are lowered through the hole in the ceiling that provides them with air. There is another hole in the cell, one she hadn't noticed at first. It's in the ground, and its use is fairly obvious. If she couldn't use her waterbending to keep things relatively clean, finding it in the dark when one of them needed to make use of it would not have been a pleasant proposition. As it was, waterbending was rapidly becoming more difficult, as was staying awake for long periods of time. She just didn't have enough energy. It was the lack of food, she thought. Zuko seemed to be doing even worse than she was.
“Firebending,” he said to her when she asked, “is different. You can't turn it off. You're always regulating your body temperature, at the very least. It takes a constant supply of energy.”
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“Do you think we'll ever get out of here?” she asked him when they'd been in the little cell ten days. He didn't answer.
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Katara woke on the twelfth day to the sound of Zuko whimpering desperately and muttering incomprehensibly. She understood 'father' and 'please' and 'uncle', and she understood that he needed to be held, so she held him.
He didn't firebend at all after that.
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They were huddled together, too tired in mind and body to do anything else, when Toph broke into their cell on the eighteenth day.
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Fear
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Seven times the moon has risen and seven times it has set since Katara first woke in this place. She and Zuko have only done... that once, but they've held each other nearly constantly since then. Once a day by the setting of the moon a small basket of bread and a small flask of water are lowered through the hole in the ceiling that provides them with air. There is another hole in the cell, one she hadn't noticed at first. It's in the ground, and its use is fairly obvious. If she couldn't use her waterbending to keep things relatively clean, finding it in the dark when one of them needed to make use of it would not have been a pleasant proposition. As it was, waterbending was rapidly becoming more difficult, as was staying awake for long periods of time. She just didn't have enough energy. It was the lack of food, she thought. Zuko seemed to be doing even worse than she was.
“Firebending,” he said to her when she asked, “is different. You can't turn it off. You're always regulating your body temperature, at the very least. It takes a constant supply of energy.”
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“Do you think we'll ever get out of here?” she asked him when they'd been in the little cell ten days. He didn't answer.
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Katara woke on the twelfth day to the sound of Zuko whimpering desperately and muttering incomprehensibly. She understood 'father' and 'please' and 'uncle', and she understood that he needed to be held, so she held him.
He didn't firebend at all after that.
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They were huddled together, too tired in mind and body to do anything else, when Toph broke into their cell on the eighteenth day.