[Ah, a way to prevent a disease from ever being caught? Oh, if only. He looks at his right hand, curling into a fist. His disease has been active for over two years. At least one year longer than he should have lived with it. He's been coughing blood more and more and if it wasn't for that incident with Toph, he would have kept doing it in secret until he couldn't hide it anymore. He supposes this is the last chance he has before it's too late so he best take it.]
Whatever you think will work.
[He raises his head and looks at her, smiling faintly.]
I'm sorry. To come to you so late, I've put you in a difficult position.
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Whatever you think will work.
[He raises his head and looks at her, smiling faintly.]
I'm sorry. To come to you so late, I've put you in a difficult position.