Oh look, you made me re-watch the finale. How tragic.
“I’m sorry it has to end this way, brother,” Azula spat, fire already springing from her hands in anticipation.
“No,” Zuko said, too softly for her to hear. “You’re not.”
Sometimes, when he had been trapped on his ship with his uncle and crew, he had wondered if it was a sick joke of destiny that the only people we could really fight were firebenders. Sometimes he had to keep himself from wondering if that’s what his father meant.
Azula rode the waves of her fire. The whisps of feeling at the edges of his vision that he had struggled, and fought, and tormented himself for years learning to read, and to block were gone.
His father hadn’t meant him to fight at all. His father had meant him to give up.
Zuko couldn’t see Azula. He couldn’t see Katara, or the columns around them, or the arena floor beneath him, or the sky above. But he could feel the fire. It stood out against the cold, dark world. Under the comet, Azula’s fire wasn’t a faint trace he had to grab onto. It was a roar, a bright, breathtaking beacon that guided him back to her.
Quiet Shadowed Places: Agni Kai During Sozin’s Comet
“I’m sorry it has to end this way, brother,” Azula spat, fire already springing from her hands in anticipation.
“No,” Zuko said, too softly for her to hear. “You’re not.”
Sometimes, when he had been trapped on his ship with his uncle and crew, he had wondered if it was a sick joke of destiny that the only people we could really fight were firebenders. Sometimes he had to keep himself from wondering if that’s what his father meant.
Azula rode the waves of her fire. The whisps of feeling at the edges of his vision that he had struggled, and fought, and tormented himself for years learning to read, and to block were gone.
His father hadn’t meant him to fight at all. His father had meant him to give up.
Zuko couldn’t see Azula. He couldn’t see Katara, or the columns around them, or the arena floor beneath him, or the sky above. But he could feel the fire. It stood out against the cold, dark world. Under the comet, Azula’s fire wasn’t a faint trace he had to grab onto. It was a roar, a bright, breathtaking beacon that guided him back to her.