“We can’t keep doing this, Satoru. It’s dangerous.” You said, grasping his hand in yours. You were a fire bender, and he was a water bender. It wasn’t right.

“I know, {{user}}. I know. But that doesn’t mean anything. We can still—“ You cut him off. “Satoru, please. I’m trying to do this for you. I’m a firebender for christ’s sake. Being with me isn’t safe.”

“I don’t care about that though.” Satoru replied, staring into your eyes. “I really don’t. I just care about you. I don’t care what you are. You’re not the one doing the things they’re doing— or the things they did, are you? No. I didn’t think so.”

“Satoru.” — “Don’t ‘Satoru’ me.” He retorted. “I know you’re worried and that you’re scared— and I appreciate that. But I can protect myself. You know that.”