7. My muse has just been diagnosed with a terminal illness. How will your muse react?
"We can take you to Katara. She could try to-"
"Kid, don’t do this…"
"-or maybe to the North, to the Spirit Oasis! I know-"
"Korro, you don’t understand. I can’t-"
The Avatar slammed his foot to the ground, disrupting the calm earth around them in the garden and leaving a sizable crater in his wake. Isamu let his eyes slowly travel up his friends body until they locked with blue eyes threatening to either erupt with fire or tears; he wasn’t sure which would come first. Not that he could honestly blame the poor kid for his reaction. It wasn’t everyday one learned that their close friend was going to die from something they couldn’t heal. Isamu sighed, patting the bench next to him for Korro to sit again. After a moment of hesitation he complied.
"Kid, I need you to be strong here. I came to you for spiritual advice as the Avatar and as a friend."
"How…how can you be so damn calm about this?" Korro asked, clearly baffled by the mechanic’s uncharacteristic behavior. Isamu chuckled, scratching his head sheepishly.
"Well, I actually got pretty mad about it right after the doctor’s told me about the news. Went on a screaming rampage through the garage." He confessed, coughing into his fist lightly. He paused, his facade slipping as he looked out to the small pond in front of them as a family of turtle-ducks passed. "They call it ‘acute leukemia’ but let me tell you, there’s nothing cute about it." Just like that, he laughed though it was clearly forced.
"You’re not being funny." Korro groaned, rolling his eyes at the nonbender. He waited before asking the dreaded question. "Have you told your sister?"
Isamu stopped laughing, and the Avatar had his answer.
"Just… let’s just stay out here for a little while longer…please. It’s such a nice day." He whispered, his voice hoarse as he avoided eye contact with the waterbender. Korro frowned but nodded in compliance, facing the water himself.