Aang had met many kind strangers. That was something that the Air Nomads had taught him without even needing to say it was so--they showed him when they took him into the world, when they allowed him to explore, when they came upon random secluded villages and tribes and farms and were provided with shelter and warmth and food for nothing in return.
So when the man he vaguely recognized approached and offered what warmth he could spare, he accepted it without question, because even through all the pain and sorrow, there was love and kindness. Love was energy, and the love of the Air Nomads was great. If the Air Nomads were gone, it just meant that there was more love to concentrate everywhere else.
Even if it hurt his heart to think about.
He leaned his head against the man's chest and kept singing until the song was over and the wind over the building took over, whistling through the man's hair.
"It sounds better when there are lots of people singing at once. Sometimes, it'd sound like we had the wind inside the mountain." He sniffed and rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand. "But none of the others will ever sing again."
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So when the man he vaguely recognized approached and offered what warmth he could spare, he accepted it without question, because even through all the pain and sorrow, there was love and kindness. Love was energy, and the love of the Air Nomads was great. If the Air Nomads were gone, it just meant that there was more love to concentrate everywhere else.
Even if it hurt his heart to think about.
He leaned his head against the man's chest and kept singing until the song was over and the wind over the building took over, whistling through the man's hair.
"It sounds better when there are lots of people singing at once. Sometimes, it'd sound like we had the wind inside the mountain." He sniffed and rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand. "But none of the others will ever sing again."