[ Mako feels the rumble and the shift under his own feet, trained after a lifetime of fighting beside Bolin, and he knows what's coming. He knows this is only going to get worse, that Bolin really means this, that he's stuck on this stupid, stubborn thing like he was with the train, and Mako—
Mako snarls at him, and Zuko trills in something like quiet disapproval as Mako whirls. ]
Fine! Making your own choices worked out so well for you last time but fine. Stay here and freeze.
[ Low blow, yes, but Mako's anger is tipping over and smoke is pouring off his skin, filling the space and hazing the light, and he has to go—go do something before he does something stupid in here. He doesn't give Bolin a chance to respond before whirling on his heel and storming right back up those steps. ]
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Mako snarls at him, and Zuko trills in something like quiet disapproval as Mako whirls. ]
Fine! Making your own choices worked out so well for you last time but fine. Stay here and freeze.
[ Low blow, yes, but Mako's anger is tipping over and smoke is pouring off his skin, filling the space and hazing the light, and he has to go—go do something before he does something stupid in here. He doesn't give Bolin a chance to respond before whirling on his heel and storming right back up those steps. ]