[It makes no sense. It makes no sense. He must be lying... but he looks like he's dead serious. And why is he being so nice about it? He should be lording it over her, or- or telling her to go away, or being surly, not...]
... he's not coming?
[And the skepticism is gone. She knows he's telling the truth, even if she hates it, even if she's terrified. And immediately, her tone shifts again, and she can't quite keep the slight twist of fear out of her voice.]
Well, if you're the Fire Lord, then do something, you useless weakling! We've clearly been kidnapped!
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The Avatar took Father's 'bending. And he can't come here.
[ His voice is kind, gentle, caring. He doesn't touch her, knowing how she's always felt about overt demonstrations. ]
He can be angry with me, all he likes. I am Firelord.
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... he's not coming?
[And the skepticism is gone. She knows he's telling the truth, even if she hates it, even if she's terrified. And immediately, her tone shifts again, and she can't quite keep the slight twist of fear out of her voice.]
Well, if you're the Fire Lord, then do something, you useless weakling! We've clearly been kidnapped!