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[Jet’s walking around, only half paying attention as he scans the letter in his one hand. It’s about the third time he’s done this now, and nothing seems to be registering. Which frustrates him more than worries him. They can’t explain how he got here or how he got back, but they could leave a letter just to inform him of it, huh? How convinient.
A little more aggressively than he intends to, he stuffs the paper into his pocket and lets his hand linger there. He lets his other hand find the other pocket as he quickens his pace. A thousand thoughts are racing through his mind, and by now he's practically jogging in hopes of a familiar face. Were the others here? He’d been fighting (with?) Aang, right? Maybe he got sucked into this place or whatever.
Walking along the Fisherman’s Horizon, Jet goes to call out the names of his friends but stops. What use would it be? What if it would endanger them or somehow lure them here or--
Temptation gets the better of him and he ventures out more, frowning and pursing his lips.]
Guess this is home.
A little more aggressively than he intends to, he stuffs the paper into his pocket and lets his hand linger there. He lets his other hand find the other pocket as he quickens his pace. A thousand thoughts are racing through his mind, and by now he's practically jogging in hopes of a familiar face. Were the others here? He’d been fighting (with?) Aang, right? Maybe he got sucked into this place or whatever.
Walking along the Fisherman’s Horizon, Jet goes to call out the names of his friends but stops. What use would it be? What if it would endanger them or somehow lure them here or--
Temptation gets the better of him and he ventures out more, frowning and pursing his lips.]
Guess this is home.