"Deserved has nothing to- surely, you of all people, can-"
Flustered. At a loss for words. She hates this... this failure of composure. This openness. It feels like exposing a weakness, especially when she speaks to Aang of all people. She takes another breath to recompose herself.
"My meaning, which I assumed was obvious, was that in all likelihood if I allowed myself to get close to somebody I would only hurt him."
Rrgh. She'd meant 'them,' but she decides that correcting the error would only draw attention to it.
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"Deserved has nothing to- surely, you of all people, can-"
Flustered. At a loss for words. She hates this... this failure of composure. This openness. It feels like exposing a weakness, especially when she speaks to Aang of all people. She takes another breath to recompose herself.
"My meaning, which I assumed was obvious, was that in all likelihood if I allowed myself to get close to somebody I would only hurt him."
Rrgh. She'd meant 'them,' but she decides that correcting the error would only draw attention to it.