[ just around is good enough for him. after his trip with raonil and the champions morla had accepted into her fold, he's begun to realise this world is very unlike the one from home. he'd spent three long years travelling it, covering every corner of it until he had become bored walking in circles. here, he knows nothing. he doesn't know where to find the best leafs for tea, he's without the knowledge of which direction will lead him to the ruins of the air kingdom, nor does he even know where the train is for him to take back into the earth kingdom. he doesn't even know what the seelie side looks like! anything he imagines seems to be contradicted with anything he happens to read before he scampers off to practice his bending techniques with toph or prank a few imps and fairies who linger around. he's the kind of guy who likes to know what the chessboard he's playing on looks like — to go from being able to plot paths on how to locate the avatar best to walking into trees here leaves him feeling as winded as being knocked back by a great big ball of water sent toward him from katara's hands. ]
[ but despite feeling a little unlike himself, it's something else entirely that leaves him with the desire to itch at his skin until he reveals the muscle beneath. it's fortunate this call is audio, as zuko's face falls at the acknowledgement of assignments. his will always be different — if morla is to ever trust him again — while korra's will always be the opposite to his. she may not care he's on the other side, but zuko does wonder why she's inviting him when he's the alleged enemy. isn't that giving him an advantage? the gaang had accepted him into their fold despite being the targets of many of his attacks, but he knows, even if they'll deny it now, they had expected him to play turncoat once again and reveal their secrets to the previous fire lord. doesn't korra fear the same? he'd lingered in the earth kingdom, wanting to switch sides when katara had almost healed his scar, but he'd been swayed beneath the strong hand of azula. ]
I didn't realise how big this world was until last month. I travelled only a quarter of the map, maybe even less than that. I've been as far as the Station. [ when he looks at his map, it isn't very far at all. he's the one the gaang had looked to when they'd lost aang; he's the tracker, yet he can't track anything in drabwurld. ] I didn't ... really see anyone else. [ aside from reynard, who doesn't particularly count as a person to zuko, if he looks at it in black and white. ] Is there anyone else? All I know is dwarves are somewhere nearby, and I'm not even sure if they're really shardholders.
[ he doesn't really want to say it. biting the hand that feeds so soon isn't what he wants to do, but has she thought this through? it doesn't surprise him word had gotten back to caer scima of him fleeing the moment things had turned sour with reynard, but he doesn't particularly want his presence to inflict the same ordeal to befall his newly found friends. ] Are you sure you want me to come?
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[ but despite feeling a little unlike himself, it's something else entirely that leaves him with the desire to itch at his skin until he reveals the muscle beneath. it's fortunate this call is audio, as zuko's face falls at the acknowledgement of assignments. his will always be different — if morla is to ever trust him again — while korra's will always be the opposite to his. she may not care he's on the other side, but zuko does wonder why she's inviting him when he's the alleged enemy. isn't that giving him an advantage? the gaang had accepted him into their fold despite being the targets of many of his attacks, but he knows, even if they'll deny it now, they had expected him to play turncoat once again and reveal their secrets to the previous fire lord. doesn't korra fear the same? he'd lingered in the earth kingdom, wanting to switch sides when katara had almost healed his scar, but he'd been swayed beneath the strong hand of azula. ]
I didn't realise how big this world was until last month. I travelled only a quarter of the map, maybe even less than that. I've been as far as the Station. [ when he looks at his map, it isn't very far at all. he's the one the gaang had looked to when they'd lost aang; he's the tracker, yet he can't track anything in drabwurld. ] I didn't ... really see anyone else. [ aside from reynard, who doesn't particularly count as a person to zuko, if he looks at it in black and white. ] Is there anyone else? All I know is dwarves are somewhere nearby, and I'm not even sure if they're really shardholders.
[ he doesn't really want to say it. biting the hand that feeds so soon isn't what he wants to do, but has she thought this through? it doesn't surprise him word had gotten back to caer scima of him fleeing the moment things had turned sour with reynard, but he doesn't particularly want his presence to inflict the same ordeal to befall his newly found friends. ] Are you sure you want me to come?