Wow. They went all Clockwork Orange on Jet at the end. Freaky.
I can spoil all I want, cause you wouldn't be reading this if you hadn't seen it.
If I owned Avatar, I would find whatever pathetic excuse I could to keep working Smellerbee and Longshot in the plot line. But yeah... it sucks and I don't.
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Jet was gone...
And they had turned thier backs on him.
Wordlessly, the crowd scattered and the two walked back towards the cheap back alley shack they were staying.
They had warned him.
But was it really enough?
Smellerbee rubbed at her elbow and walked beside Longshot with her head down.
Neither of them had looked at each other since it happened.
What would happen now? They were meant to start anew... afresh in this new city.
And they would... but what about him? The one that brought them there?
Reaching the door, Longshot put a hand on her shoulder and drew her into him. He held the young Freedom Fighter - they were both too distraught to cry. Fearing that to look at each other would only bring a feeling of shame.
The shame of not being about to help. The shame of not trying harder to have him heed their warnings.
Their whole afternoon together, talking about this, now seemed like a waste when it didn't make any difference to the outcome.
They would survive. He'd taught them how to be tough and that they owed him... maybe when they saw him again things would have changed... he would have changed...
Maybe that was just wishful thinking.
Longshot held her for some time. As the loud city sounds of lower class Ba Sing Sei were rumbling around them.
Bandaged hands around padded shoulders.
And then she reached out a gloved hand and opened the door.
They were home. A new home. And as long as they kept their heads down and their mouth's shut... things would be alright.
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Dedicated to my first co-writer Charleegirl:D And everyone else that thinks this is the sweetest Avatar couple, who deserve so much more air time...