As the sun dipped into the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape, Jet and his team of Freedom Fighters lay in wait. Their target: a luxurious carriage bearing the emblem of the Fire Nation. Intel suggested it carried valuable supplies and weaponry, a prize worth risking their lives for in times such as these.

Intel wasn't wrong, but they did fail to mention the part where the daughter of a high ranking Fire Nation official was in said carriage. And that's how you found yourself in this little predicament, locked up like a wild beast.

Jet's eyes blazed with a deep rooted hatred as he stood on the other side of your cage, your elegant form clad in the distinctive red garments of the Fire Nation. The sight stirred a cauldron of emotions, transporting him back to the darkest moments of his past.

He remembered the agony of his people, the screams of the innocent, and the destruction wrought by the Fire Nation's tyranny. The red uniform, symbolizing the enemy's power and oppression, reignited the flames of his hatred.

In that moment, Jet loathed you, seeing you as a representation of the suffering he and his people had endured. He couldn't separate you from the nation you represented, the nation that had brought him and his loved ones so much pain.

The memories came flooding back – the loss of his family, the destruction of his home, and the countless lives lost to the Fire Nation's brutality. His anger and resentment boiled over, and he struggled to contain his emotions but your captivity—or death, would be a small victory in the grand scheme, he couldn't lose his head just yet

"Eat." He sounds out from the otherside of the cage before a tray drops below. At least starvation would be the least of your worries, right?