[Aang was flipping through the journal when a video came up, and he froze in place. None of the words the man said reached him. Instead, he was fixated on his appearance.
An adult airbender..
His eyes widened, his pulse quickened. There were many obvious clues to this man's identity - Ikki's descriptions and drawings, the names he was listening, but these were all filtered out by a distant and ancient hope that was beating within him. Aang found himself only focusing on two memories:
A vague shadow of a memory, in which an air nun holds up a baby. A man and a woman stand off to the side. If he focuses on the memory, he feels like that man has a beard.
And he finds himself thinking of Hakoda, accepting Sokka and Katara into his arms at the end of the war.
Aang doesn't notice that his finger is on the record button. He doesn't notice the thought that he proceeds to breathe out into the journal.]
[Video]
An adult airbender..
His eyes widened, his pulse quickened. There were many obvious clues to this man's identity - Ikki's descriptions and drawings, the names he was listening, but these were all filtered out by a distant and ancient hope that was beating within him. Aang found himself only focusing on two memories:
A vague shadow of a memory, in which an air nun holds up a baby. A man and a woman stand off to the side. If he focuses on the memory, he feels like that man has a beard.
And he finds himself thinking of Hakoda, accepting Sokka and Katara into his arms at the end of the war.
Aang doesn't notice that his finger is on the record button. He doesn't notice the thought that he proceeds to breathe out into the journal.]
Dad...?