[ He didn't not care about Hawke, a man he barely knew and definitely didn't somehow forget about despite the fact that there's only twenty people in this city. But it's true that Aang's disappearance cuts a thousand times deeper. Maybe because he's father, even if he's the shittiest one that ever lived where his own flesh and blood were concerned. But to have lost a child in the apocalypse... ]

You're sure he's not anywhere? Max, I've been tearing this place apart...

[ Quietly, of course, in his own way, sticking his nose into every small corner, anything he thought might interest a twelve-year-old kid with more superpowers than anyone outside the Justice League. Stray footprints in the dust, he could have worked with, but the city's so empty and they're so few and it's so easy to just break from the group and disappear, somewhere. Especially if you're small and powerful and all the adults are preoccupied with trying to staple their morale back together by any means necessary. ]

How far could he have gone? He's twelve.

[ A twelve-year-old meta with immense power, who surely could have gotten away from anything, right? He wouldn't have done something heroic and brave by himself, he wouldn't have just...walked off into the goopy sea. ]