[Zuko considers diving out of the way again. He'd seen it coming, actually, and perhaps Minato was underestimating his reflexes.
But instead, for some reason he couldn't quite--or didn't really want to--explain to himself, he moved just a little too slowly. The touch on his head was warm and friendly. Kind of like a father's should be.
It did make him feel better.
...and his own father wouldn't have even cared if he'd died, let alone bothered to try comforting him. Not that he was bitter about it or anything. He'd let it go. He had. Really.]
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Date: 2009-08-22 07:14 am (UTC)But instead, for some reason he couldn't quite--or didn't really want to--explain to himself, he moved just a little too slowly. The touch on his head was warm and friendly. Kind of like a father's should be.
It did make him feel better.
...and his own father wouldn't have even cared if he'd died, let alone bothered to try comforting him. Not that he was bitter about it or anything. He'd let it go. He had. Really.]