Sokka found a chocolate shop and bought armfuls of different types for him and Zuko to try. He figured if he had any leftover, he would bring them back as gifts for his friends. They sat on a bench on the bustling street and unwrapped chocolates, Sokka taking the first bite and saying things like, “Oh, this one has bits of fruit in it!” or, “Too dark for me, you’ll like this one,” before passing the other half to Zuko to try.
UG. This has me. So cute.
“It is something to think about,” Sokka said thoughtfully. “It makes me feel strange, in a good way. Thinking about how these buildings were all here long before we were even born, and they’ll still be here long after we die. It makes me feel small, you know?” “It kind of makes you feel like none of your problems really matter,” Zuko mused. “Like, everything you are worried about -- work, emails, paying bills -- none of that matters in the grand scheme of history. We’re just tiny specs. These buildings have seen wars, harsh winters, famine, but they’re still standing.” “Does it make you feel better or worse to think we’re just specs?” Sokka asked, genuinely curious about the answer. “I’m not sure,” Zuko thought for a long moment. “Good, I think. It makes me think that any mistake I could possibly make in my life really doesn’t matter, you know? No one will remember it anyway, no one will remember me, so I’m allowed to make any mistakes I want.” I love these sorts of thoughts, they’re basically how I see the world. I wonder if people who grow up in these areas are more or less likely to think about this sorta thing.
Thanks for warning! Makes sense, as sweet as this was they're gonna have to talk about it. And it was wonderful, very sweet.
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ImpishRamblings on Chapter 6 Sun 08 Dec 2024 09:32AM UTC
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