[ He’s never thought, I don’t want to fight anymore. He’d never even wanted to think it. Fighting is normal for him: something that had become normal to him ever since he’d been orphaned, but those were petty fights; squabbles and skirmishes that he could laugh about. (At least, in Bolin’s young mind. The narrative would likely be different if you asked Mako.)
It’s not like fighting the Equalists, Unalaq, and the Red Lotus hadn’t gotten his blood pumping with both fear and urgency, but it wasn’t fear like this. There was something in him that had always felt unstoppable back home; he always felt protected somehow. Suffering, really suffering, seemed unfathomable. Everything would always be all right, surely. They were the good guys.
He doesn’t think it now either. Even if he’s tired, he doesn’t. They’ve got to protect this town, and he can’t leave the others to shed blood without him. But he does wish it wasn’t like this.
Naruto’s so level-headed in front of him. ]
Yeah. It’s fine, just got caught off guard. [ He ducks his head, frowning out of frustration. ] We shouldn’t stand around for too long.
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It’s not like fighting the Equalists, Unalaq, and the Red Lotus hadn’t gotten his blood pumping with both fear and urgency, but it wasn’t fear like this. There was something in him that had always felt unstoppable back home; he always felt protected somehow. Suffering, really suffering, seemed unfathomable. Everything would always be all right, surely. They were the good guys.
He doesn’t think it now either. Even if he’s tired, he doesn’t. They’ve got to protect this town, and he can’t leave the others to shed blood without him. But he does wish it wasn’t like this.
Naruto’s so level-headed in front of him. ]
Yeah. It’s fine, just got caught off guard. [ He ducks his head, frowning out of frustration. ] We shouldn’t stand around for too long.