Thoughts plagued his mind, and he couldn't get to sleep. Azula was planning something, but he couldn't figure out what it was no matter what he did. Eventually, he threw back his covers and grabbed some clothes.
He needed to talk to someone, anyone, to figure it out.
The only people he'd ever been able to find answers with had been his uncle and Amaya.
He knew precisely where his uncle was, and it was definitely easier to go to him - Amaya usually talked circles around him until he forgot why he was stressed or angry, sometimes to the point where they were both laughing ---
His chest tightened at the thought, and he paused, a hood clutched tightly in his hands.
If the Avatar was still alive... could it be possible she was too? A glimmer of hope he had to stomp out.
If they were alive, then everything he sacrificed to reclaim his honour would be for nothing.
He looked up. When did he reach the prison courtyard?
He recalled how Iroh had always referred to Amaya as the daughter he'd never had, and his heart sank further. Not only did he betray his uncle, but he'd also been responsible for the more than likely death of someone his uncle had cared deeply about.
But... no, wait. There was still a possibility she lived! Iroh had taught her how to redirect lightning. The Avatar didn't have that skill.
Her angry and hurt expression flashed before his eyes, and he felt shame blossom in his heart.
"Who's there?"
A voice broke him from his reverie, and without saying anything, he turned and left.
He couldn't face his uncle.
It was too difficult. He'd figure out what Azula wanted on his own. He'd figure out what to do by himself.
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Accidental Avatar 3: Totally Lit
أدب الهواةPreviously, disaster struck, resulting in a lot of stuff. You should check out the other stories, if you want some back story. More importantly, things are starting to heat up, and if I ever see Zuko again I'm gonna punch him in the nose for Amaya...
