Wan met his eyes but looked away, falling back into that melancholy he'd been fighting all day. Even Raava hadn't been able to pull him out of it entirely with her reassurances. He was the one that had set everything in motion to begin with. It was hard to think of his hands as being good ones. Ones that were getting there? Sure. But without Vaatu sealed away and with Raava bonded to him, tied to his life, it was just difficult to accept.

Even with the proof that things would work out standing in front of him in the form of his reincarnation ten thousand years in the future.

"You sound like Korra," he said softly. "She's someone that knows my future and knows that I succeed. But it hasn't happened for me yet. Actually, I was pulled away to come here in the middle of the most important battle of my own lifetime. I know things turn out fine. She is proof of that, but... I don't know what's wrong with me. It should be enough to make me stop feeling like this, but it's just... not."

All he'd been doing all day was looking for things to distract him so he didn't have to examine it further.