Silently An Ming rose and stepped back, watching the emotional display of Xiao. He could easily understand how she would feel, for his own emotions were much the same. The only difference was that he was not a blood relation to the Avatar. He had only been his companion, his friend. He had felt much from a part of his family, to An Ming, like a brother or another father. With silent pain in his eyes he regarded the scene before him. Watched as the mole took the body of his friend. He felt the silent tears gathering, but he pushed them away. Now wasn't the time to cry.<br/><br/>At Xiao’s words,<span style="font-style: italic">let’s go,</span>he slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed out with the rest of the group. Those who were still alive, where Ro wasn't. This fact alone ate at him. Why couldn't it have been him, after all he wasn't even a bender. Hopelessness gathered inside of him, a darkness that tried to claim his thoughts. Silently he attempted to analyze what had just happened. Allowing the memories to flow through his mind, as he traveled. He hung back from the main group. Not by much, maybe a step or two, but enough. The distance and the silence in which he cloaked himself, allowed his mind calm. It allowed his thoughts to clear.<br/><br/>An Ming attempted to think of this in a way that put it all into perspective. The truth was he didn't know how. The grief was just too fresh, he could see it in all of those around him. Everyone felt it. The loss, the pain. This day had ended in tragedy. No one knew what the future held, but one thing was certain. The Avatar would be reborn. And they had to find the new Avatar. An Ming might be silent, but he was determined. He would see this through. No matter what the future held.