In Aang's dreams the past tangles with the future, and raw power seethes. He is Yangchen, Kyoshi, Szeto, Roku. Storms batter ships long sunk, the smoke of a thousand fires acrid on his tongue.
Wind cups the face of the earth like a lover. The sea thrashes and roils. Beneath the earth, deep at its center, a fire rages, twists, and consumes.
All the world fills his mind, his body. It is a muscle flexed to the point of spasm, the rabbit kicking so hard she shatters herself. It is more than one body can bear.
So two bear it.