A cry fell from Peter's lips when he saw Katara's body. He pushed himself off the ground, arms already reaching.
I can save her, his mental voice cried, strained with grief. When his feet gave out on the loose sand, he crawled, pushed himself back up, eyes locked on that all too still form, not seeing the areas that were gone or damaged beyond any hope of repair. I can heal her, Mantis, I can bring her back.