“Wait.” Katara held up her hand to stop Aang. “You talked to Amon? When? Is he here?” She looked behind her as if Amon would be standing behind them, waiting. Aang seemed unharmed, but the thought still alarmed her.
She wasn’t even worried about Jet being an insufferable asshole at the moment, all thoughts were focused on Aang and his talk with Amon. She needed to hear more.
“Well, I met him in an abandoned village hut.” Aang began. “I don’t really remember why I was going into it, maybe to find some food or something…” Aang grinned sheepishly as he thought of the rabid hunger that has taking over his mind lately.
“He was just standing in the shadows, and he just wanted to talk. We didn’t fight, but our conversation wasn’t exactly friendly.” His gaze turned from Katara’s towards the ground. He didn’t really want to rehash how he fell into Amon’s logical traps of debate. He was already embarrassed about it.
“He basically told me what he’s been telling everyone else. We discussed the air nomads as well… He’s so… so sick.” Aang shook his head and looked back up at Katara. Her deep blue eyes were full of worry and it made him ache. He was always worrying her and he just wished that his pain didn’t create pain for her as well. His life would be riddled with strife and conflict, and if Katara would share it with him, she would take on that burden as well.
“Don’t worry guys, it wasn’t really anything. Just more information about the guy we have to beat.” He looked at all of his friends and tried to muster up enough enthusiasm to act like he knew what he was doing.
“So how has it been on your end, guys?”
(Katara, or Toph, or Jet or anyone really)
Jet nodded as the boy spoke, sounded like the man he dealt with. Man had an odd sense of logic. He shrugged, “We came to find you and… Zuko,” he was able to mutter with no ill tone. “It’ll be better if we stick together than split up, since we’re neither on the defense of offense,” the former leader concentrated on his thoughts, “War hasn’t broke out yet, and we can keep it that way.” Jet crossed his arms, “More information never hurt, could have left with a bruise or two though,” he smirked. Jet chuckled before turning to the rest of the group, “Maybe if we can split up there initial group, maybe we can take the cause down before it spreads, heard the Pansy Lord’s friend are with Amon, maybe he’s got some influence,” he shrugged slightly, closing his eyes.