𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 (zuko)

The male's voice once again broke him from his thoughts.

"You're Fire Nation, aren't you?"

Zuko rolled onto his side, facing the wall, scar pressed into the arm that cushioned his head. "Once, maybe."

"Are you not still?"

Zuko, recalling the fire that had burned in Azula's sunlit gaze the day she'd caught up to him, chose not to respond.