[ Jet throws his towel down and turns away, headed to the shelved baskets where his clothes are deposited. He suddenly doesn't feel like doing this anymore. He doesn't want to encourage any more of these thoughts, about how the Prince of the Fire Nation has been as hurt and confused by this war as he's been himself, about how Katara offered something so valuable to the other boy, about how maybe their world wasn't as black and white as he'd believed but it doesn't matter anymore because they aren't even there. ]
[ He shoves his legs into his trousers with so much force that he nearly loses his balance and has to prop himself against the shelves to stay upright. ]
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[ What more needs to be asked? ]
[ Jet throws his towel down and turns away, headed to the shelved baskets where his clothes are deposited. He suddenly doesn't feel like doing this anymore. He doesn't want to encourage any more of these thoughts, about how the Prince of the Fire Nation has been as hurt and confused by this war as he's been himself, about how Katara offered something so valuable to the other boy, about how maybe their world wasn't as black and white as he'd believed but it doesn't matter anymore because they aren't even there. ]
[ He shoves his legs into his trousers with so much force that he nearly loses his balance and has to prop himself against the shelves to stay upright. ]