Zuko knew it was wrong, he knew it was crazy. But those few thoughts of protest were quickly smashed by the memory of and the longing for the silence it brought. He didn't care. He didn't care about anything. For once, he was calm, free of everything while he was looking down at red, crimson like his father's robes and, suddenly, he snapped. Could there never be anything easy? Anything simple in his life? Who was he kidding? Of course, there couldn't. Wasn't that what his father had said all along? Or: Zuko finally takes control - or so he thinks.All Rights Reserved
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