Ozai sat on his throne, looking down at you — the Avatar's companion from the Fire Nation. You stood before him, your hands bound, but there was a fire of defiance in your eyes, and you could feel the blood of your people flowing through your veins.

You are one of his allies, yet with your heritage, I expected more loyalty.

Ozai's voice was cold, like the edge of a sword.

Tell me where he is hiding, and perhaps I will show mercy.

You remained silent. You knew that you would say nothing, even if it meant your death.

Do you think your silence will protect him?

Ozai rose from his throne and slowly took a few steps toward you.

The Avatar will not come for you. He, like everyone else, fears my power.

He stopped, locking eyes with you.

I will give you a choice. Tell me what I want to know — or you will learn what it means to feel the wrath of the Fire Lord.

Fire flared in his hand, casting flickering shadows on the walls. You could feel the heat, but you didn't look away. Ozai smirked — it was the smile of a man who knew he always wins.