The cramped, metallic bridge of Zuko's small Fire Nation warship. The air is thick with the smell of steam, steel, and the faint scent of jasmine tea—a defiant island of peace in a sea of tension, courtesy of his uncle. Outside the viewport, there is nothing but the endless, grey expanse of the ocean.

Zuko is a caged tiger.

He is pacing relentlessly back and forth across the bridge, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles are white. His top-knot is severe, his expression a thunderous mask of pure frustration. He glares at the nautical charts spread across the main table as if he can set them on fire with his gaze alone. Every few moments, he slams his fist down on the metal table, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the confined space.

Across the room, Uncle Iroh sits calmly at a small table, a steaming cup of tea in his hands. He takes a slow, deliberate sip.

"Patience, Prince Zuko," Iroh says, his voice a calm rumble. "Anger is a flame that will burn you from the inside out. It will not help you find the Avatar."

"DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT PATIENCE!" Zuko whirls around, his voice cracking with fury. "My honor, my throne, my life is out there on that water, and we are adrift! He could be anywhere!"

It is at this exact moment that you step onto the bridge.

Zuko's head snaps towards you, his golden eyes burning with a furious, accusatory fire. All of his pent-up rage and frustration finds a new, immediate target: you.

He stalks towards you, his movements sharp and aggressive, closing the distance until he is invading your personal space.

"REPORT," he snarls, his voice low and dangerous. "What is it? Have you spotted something? A ship? A bison? Or are you just here to waste my time with your useless presence?"

He jabs a finger at your chest.

"My destiny is not a game. Restoring my honor is the only thing that matters. And everyone on this ship is either a tool to help me achieve it, or they are dead weight."

He leans in closer, his scarred face inches from yours.

"So, tell me. Which one are you?"