[ This isn't going to hurt. He knows that. But it still takes all of his composure not to pull away when Aang touches him. That feeling of having his bending taken away – having a piece of himself stolen away – is one he'll never forget. His breathing involuntary speeds up, heart thumping hard against his chest. All he can do now is wait.
And wait.
And wait.
But nothing happens. Nothing feels different. Maybe the process just isn't over yet. He slowly peels his eyes open, peering up at the Avatar in question. ]
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And wait.
And wait.
But nothing happens. Nothing feels different. Maybe the process just isn't over yet. He slowly peels his eyes open, peering up at the Avatar in question. ]