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[Video comes on at a slightly awkward angle showing mostly arms and the front of some one's shirt, with a workshop just barely visible - and somewhat tilted - in the background. After a few attempts its finally straightened, and Sokka steps back, looking not only tired (and fairly dirty) but somewhat sad.]
Zuko isn't here anymore... I waited a few days to see if he'd come back to the apartment, but Hawky had me check this... D-Comm location thingy and it says he's gone.
Sorry to anyone else who knew him and didn't get to say goodbye. But if he's back home, it's okay...
[he lets out a sigh, looking away and pulling a hand over his hair, pausing for a second to fix his ponytail which has fallen out a bit with whatever he's been working on. He tries to look a little more chipper, but it doesn't work as well as he'd hoped considering he's just been left alone with no one from his world there anymore.]
So uh... if anyone needs a sword or something, come see me in Neon. Zuko helped me get this place started so I'm not going to quit making weapons any time soon.
[there's a faint, thoughtful pull on his lips like he might just say more, but instead he just stands and turns the comm off.]
Zuko isn't here anymore... I waited a few days to see if he'd come back to the apartment, but Hawky had me check this... D-Comm location thingy and it says he's gone.
Sorry to anyone else who knew him and didn't get to say goodbye. But if he's back home, it's okay...
[he lets out a sigh, looking away and pulling a hand over his hair, pausing for a second to fix his ponytail which has fallen out a bit with whatever he's been working on. He tries to look a little more chipper, but it doesn't work as well as he'd hoped considering he's just been left alone with no one from his world there anymore.]
So uh... if anyone needs a sword or something, come see me in Neon. Zuko helped me get this place started so I'm not going to quit making weapons any time soon.
[there's a faint, thoughtful pull on his lips like he might just say more, but instead he just stands and turns the comm off.]
