[That same cosmic, karmic deity was offering the opposite to the Avatar. Or at least, that's how she would have felt about it. Readying herself to hear the words her heart wanted in Jack's voice, Korra did her best to be patient and that was no small task. Her fingers kept twitching in anticipation, so she just closed her hands and brought them together. Which only made her knees move rhythmically.
She had no idea there had been this much anticipation in her since she thought about it earlier, it was almost unbearable.
When she was starting to wonder if Jim had maybe just left her standing there like an idiot, she suddenly stood stock still.
The words broke through the daunting silence and made her open her mouth, but nothing came. Even though it felt her stomach had threatened to find its way to her throat and leap out.
She desperately wanted to reciprocate the words, but for some stupid, foolish, idiotic, asinine reason she had expected Jack to be there when she turned around. Not Jim, wound up around himself.
It hurt that this wasn't how she was expecting herself to feel, but even more so now that she was aware that she might have crossed a line somewhere.]
...Sorry.
[Her tone quavered and she rubbed her arm while tapping the observation deck with the tip of her boot. Fighting back the urge to just punch her forehead was proving to be very difficult.]
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She had no idea there had been this much anticipation in her since she thought about it earlier, it was almost unbearable.
When she was starting to wonder if Jim had maybe just left her standing there like an idiot, she suddenly stood stock still.
The words broke through the daunting silence and made her open her mouth, but nothing came. Even though it felt her stomach had threatened to find its way to her throat and leap out.
She desperately wanted to reciprocate the words, but for some stupid, foolish, idiotic, asinine reason she had expected Jack to be there when she turned around. Not Jim, wound up around himself.
It hurt that this wasn't how she was expecting herself to feel, but even more so now that she was aware that she might have crossed a line somewhere.]
...Sorry.
[Her tone quavered and she rubbed her arm while tapping the observation deck with the tip of her boot. Fighting back the urge to just punch her forehead was proving to be very difficult.]
I didn't mean to ruin your dream.