Well, that strikes a number of chords. Adra swallows thickly, listening. He doesn't say anything until he's sure that Bolin's finished talking. ]
I fought with mine before I came here, too.
[ In a probably significantly more deadly and final way. ]
But, listen. You'll see him again. You will. And--
[ He sighs. Because no matter what his own brother has become, Adra still loves him. ]
I was always the one watching over us while we were growing up. We had stupid fights, too. Days where I thought I'd never speak to him again.
But those never lasted. He's my brother, and your brother is yours. He loves you--if he's angry, it's probably because he just wants what he thinks is best.
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Well, that strikes a number of chords. Adra swallows thickly, listening. He doesn't say anything until he's sure that Bolin's finished talking. ]
I fought with mine before I came here, too.
[ In a probably significantly more deadly and final way. ]
But, listen. You'll see him again. You will. And--
[ He sighs. Because no matter what his own brother has become, Adra still loves him. ]
I was always the one watching over us while we were growing up. We had stupid fights, too. Days where I thought I'd never speak to him again.
But those never lasted. He's my brother, and your brother is yours. He loves you--if he's angry, it's probably because he just wants what he thinks is best.