[ In certain ways like she'd alluded to earlier, Toph has lead a very sheltered life. She's never experienced true tragic loss like what Ange is talking about, never had a real betrayal, either. So she's surprised -- shocked and horrified, really, by Ange's response that her friends tend to die.
Toph swallows hard against the emotion and leans in to give her another quick hug just as hard. ]
Ange-- [ Her voice turns soft, suddenly obviously young and girlish as opposed to her usual brash tone. ] That's so messed up.
[ She can't reassure her. She can't promise she won't die or disappear. Even if they weren't stuck here, Toph wouldn't be able to do that; however sheltered she is, she understands war, she knows loss happens to people unpredictably and without rationality or reason. But she can name it for what it is: awful. She doesn't have to pretend Ange should be unaffected by it. ]
You finally got out and met people, and then they died?
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Toph swallows hard against the emotion and leans in to give her another quick hug just as hard. ]
Ange-- [ Her voice turns soft, suddenly obviously young and girlish as opposed to her usual brash tone. ] That's so messed up.
[ She can't reassure her. She can't promise she won't die or disappear. Even if they weren't stuck here, Toph wouldn't be able to do that; however sheltered she is, she understands war, she knows loss happens to people unpredictably and without rationality or reason. But she can name it for what it is: awful. She doesn't have to pretend Ange should be unaffected by it. ]
You finally got out and met people, and then they died?