[Wan's fingers curled around Zuko's slowly. A memory of something that had once been so much easier. He watched their hands for a few moments as they walked, his other drifting naturally to Mula's shoulder as she took up her place on the other side of him.]
Eight years. It's been eight eight years, Zuko. The world has changed a lot...
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[Wan's fingers curled around Zuko's slowly. A memory of something that had once been so much easier. He watched their hands for a few moments as they walked, his other drifting naturally to Mula's shoulder as she took up her place on the other side of him.]
Eight years. It's been eight eight years, Zuko. The world has changed a lot...