"Not a thing." His honesty is immediate and without shame.
Zuko wasn't the only one who had no idea what was going on here. The majority of the people here hadn't the slightest clue, either β except for all those people from some place called Chicago. They spoke of rifts and having experienced being transported between worlds before, but what they spoke of didn't seem to match up entirely with whatever was going on here. The how, why, who, and what remained a mystery.
She's blind, but he looks. For the briefest fraction of a second, he looks, as if she's actually pointing to something she can seeβ But she was holding onto him, not the railing, so the seeing was not something he was believing. And even though she couldn't see it herself, he's made a point to glower down at her disapprovingly.
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Zuko wasn't the only one who had no idea what was going on here. The majority of the people here hadn't the slightest clue, either β except for all those people from some place called Chicago. They spoke of rifts and having experienced being transported between worlds before, but what they spoke of didn't seem to match up entirely with whatever was going on here. The how, why, who, and what remained a mystery.
She's blind, but he looks. For the briefest fraction of a second, he looks, as if she's actually pointing to something she can seeβ But she was holding onto him, not the railing, so the seeing was not something he was believing. And even though she couldn't see it herself, he's made a point to glower down at her disapprovingly.
"You do realize I'm not Sokka, right?"