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May 23, 2006 18:20

It's really hard to go from an upright, highly mobile, athletic and active individual to sitting on your ass in a chair almost all day.

It's even harder to be an expectant father with a lover who doesn't... seem to understand that ... the baby ought to come first. Even before those who might suffer and die... Isn't a new life, unsullied, come before those who have had a chance to live, love, laugh... and yes, cry, hurt, and die?

He got his uncle to bring him for air; Mel had left and Zuko knew he couldn't follow. So they were tride to raise their resepective spirits and fooled around with bending in the basketball court. It was improtant to his healing; bending channeled breath, and if the breath was blocked, he wouldn't heal right. So he had to continue his lessons.

Now? Tired, sore, and out of his chair, Zuko waits while Iroh has gone inside, sprawled on the asphalt. Vulnerable? Yes; but ask Zuko if he cares. If Mel can pretend her life dosen't matter, so can he.

seamus harper, !location: outside, zuko, sokka, methos

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