How You Remind Me
Author's Note: This is based off the song "How you remind me" by the band Nickelback. I also do not own the characters, Bryke does. If I did, the boat wouldn't have blown up.
He wasn't good at making good choices for all the wrong reasons, nor was he good at making bad choices for all the right reasons. neither was she.
She was laying there, sobbing, all curled up. After all that she told him, he couldn't help but feel sympathy to the one who ruined him, ruined his brother, ruined his entire family. Because hey, she never really had much of a childhood either. Her hair was in a mussed up ponytail. A Water Tribe ponytail similar to what he had worn twenty nine years ago before he cut it short. Ever since she had "challenged" him over the radio, he had become interested about her life before she came to Republic City.
They had many similarities.
Both of them had run away from their homelands to the city.
Both had been trained to fight with their bending.
Both of them had found out the ugly truth about life and tried to put an end to it.
Both were expected to be perfect and flawless,
such high, unrealistic expectations.
Neither of them had a normal childhood, their "gifts" had taken it all away.
Both were from the Water Tribes. He from the North, she from the South.
He (with his brother) had been taken by their father to "hunting trips" only to be trained as weapons of revenge up until he was fourteen.
She was locked in a glided cage "compound" away from her parents up until a couple of months ago.
Other than that, the only differences between them other than their homelands were their genders.
When he had taken her bending away, she had a meltdown. She had broken down in tears and spilled out her past to him. He had spilled his anger out to her.
"I'm sorry." She said. Wait, she said sorry?
He thought that with her pride, she would blame it on something else, or someone else.
If there was one thing he wanted to do, it was give his younger self a hug, a reassurance that everything will be alright and life will soon be fair for him, but it wasn't even fair for her, the closest that he can do is give her a hug, reassure her that everything will be alright.
He does just that. He cradles her in his arms, shushing her.
"I'm sorry too." He said.
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