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He hadn't felt right. Not after Katara and Steph -- not after waking up with one tangled with him and the other still sleeping off shochu and--
--and it hadn't been right.
Jet was not unused to long walks in the woods -- he just didn't know what to say or do, how to feel about it all. It was confusing. He knew he loved Katara; he loved her like a drowning man loved that one gasp of air when one was going down. Fiercely, passionately, but -- ultimately doomed?
Was it right?
Or was he dragging her down with him?
He walked -- he walked out with his swords on his back and his hands in his pockets and he kept trying to think about what he was going to do or say...
And he walked too far and stepped -- though --
He never noticed when he crossed the border between Dream and Milliway's. (Was there really that much of a border, anyway?) He just kept walking... wondering about going down, down, dead weight...
Dead weight.
Dead.
--and it hadn't been right.
Jet was not unused to long walks in the woods -- he just didn't know what to say or do, how to feel about it all. It was confusing. He knew he loved Katara; he loved her like a drowning man loved that one gasp of air when one was going down. Fiercely, passionately, but -- ultimately doomed?
Was it right?
Or was he dragging her down with him?
He walked -- he walked out with his swords on his back and his hands in his pockets and he kept trying to think about what he was going to do or say...
And he walked too far and stepped -- though --
He never noticed when he crossed the border between Dream and Milliway's. (Was there really that much of a border, anyway?) He just kept walking... wondering about going down, down, dead weight...
Dead weight.
Dead.