[Raleigh can't help but smile at Naga, moving in a little to pet her properly.
Somehow talking about Yancy doesn't hurt quite so acutely when confronted with a polarbear dog.
He looks up, smile turning to something bittersweet. There's a hole in his soul shaped like his brother and it will always be there. He feels it every moment of every day and that grief and loss has made him closed and cold and mean. It is only very, very recently that Raleigh has been able to let people back in. Back home he had no choice.
Similarly here he can't survive on his own but discovering that he doesn't really want to is new and and scary but exciting. Making connections, maybe a friend or two. Finding safety and warmth in that. Allowing himself that.. it's.. it's good.]
He passed away. In the war.
[Raleigh also sees the look on Mako's face and carries on, hands busy in Naga's thick, warm fur.]
I brought it up, you didn't know. It was a while ago now.
[And yet the wound is still so raw and ugly. But that isn't Mako's fault and Raleigh did invite the conversation in this direction. God he'd give anything to see Yancy again. The ghost standing further back behind Mako hardly counts.]
[ Mako's face doesn't get any lighter. He almost lost Bolin a couple times, and those times killed him inside a little bit. ] I... can't imagine. What that's like. What I'd do if Bo were, uh.
[ He can't even make himself say the words, biting down hard on the rest of them. Mako, by contrast, is still closed. Still trying his hardest to survive without the help of anybody else, pretty sure that if he lets himself rely on people he will be disappointed, because he's used to being disappointed. He knows how to handle that. He doesn't know how to handle getting his hopes up. Not anymore. ]
I joke about Bolin getting himself killed but if he ever actually does I'll probably go the spirit world and drag him right back.
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Somehow talking about Yancy doesn't hurt quite so acutely when confronted with a polarbear dog.
He looks up, smile turning to something bittersweet. There's a hole in his soul shaped like his brother and it will always be there. He feels it every moment of every day and that grief and loss has made him closed and cold and mean. It is only very, very recently that Raleigh has been able to let people back in. Back home he had no choice.
Similarly here he can't survive on his own but discovering that he doesn't really want to is new and and scary but exciting. Making connections, maybe a friend or two. Finding safety and warmth in that. Allowing himself that.. it's.. it's good.]
He passed away. In the war.
[Raleigh also sees the look on Mako's face and carries on, hands busy in Naga's thick, warm fur.]
I brought it up, you didn't know. It was a while ago now.
[And yet the wound is still so raw and ugly. But that isn't Mako's fault and Raleigh did invite the conversation in this direction. God he'd give anything to see Yancy again. The ghost standing further back behind Mako hardly counts.]
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[ He can't even make himself say the words, biting down hard on the rest of them. Mako, by contrast, is still closed. Still trying his hardest to survive without the help of anybody else, pretty sure that if he lets himself rely on people he will be disappointed, because he's used to being disappointed. He knows how to handle that. He doesn't know how to handle getting his hopes up. Not anymore. ]
I joke about Bolin getting himself killed but if he ever actually does I'll probably go the spirit world and drag him right back.
[ Says the man who just died. ]
Was he older than you? Yancy?