[A lapse into silence.

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘴.

𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢.

There 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 no clothes for him to change into.]

...how bad does it get? Couldn't I just do it without my robe?

too, was change.

But, so was the act of leaving behind every single thing you've ever known, make peace with former enemies in order to stand with the truth. With justice.

Change wasn't always bad. But it was often difficult.]

Yes. Alright. A change of clothes. I can just-

meant nothing.

He was the disgraced prince. Azula...she would be empress someday. Unless Ozai was stopped.

To lose your mother was change. To be disgraced and scared and sent away to forever wander the seas of the world was change. To betray the only man in the world who cared about you...that,

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One of these days...I'll do something with him...

But, I have never done this before. You will show me how...preferably without being crushed below.

to redeem himself in his father's eyes.

He was different now. In large part due to his friends. Friends help each other.]

...fine. I'll do it.

[Zuko would trudge over to where the rake lay, taking it up in his hands, testing its weight like a sword. Pointing the end at the other.]