[He's staring up at the portrait, fully transfixed by it. There's no doubting it. She's older, sure. But she's Katara. And that man next to him... that tall bearded monk... Aang traces his baby-smooth chin in confusion. And he sees each child, each of them precious in their own way. And he feels this need to know them. Whoever they are, they must be precious.
He finds himself remembering that time he saw Baby Hope was born. Would he get to experience that, three times over?
He's snapped out of his reverie as he hears that voice. But he doesn't look back; he retains his focus on the portrait.]
Um... Nope! Perfectly fine here! Just... admiring this nice family, that's all!
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He finds himself remembering that time he saw Baby Hope was born. Would he get to experience that, three times over?
He's snapped out of his reverie as he hears that voice. But he doesn't look back; he retains his focus on the portrait.]
Um... Nope! Perfectly fine here! Just... admiring this nice family, that's all!