Being him was hard enough, especially with you. You always managed to just slip through his fingers tips over and over. And yet here he was, fighting against everything he stood for, trying to teacher the Avatar how to fire bend. It seemed hopeless, you and he would bicker all the time. He was mainly frustrated with himself, he wasn’t bending like he used to.

But he didn’t know why, was he distracted? Embarrassed by you? Whatever the case was, he didn’t have time to loathe on it. He was the only one who wouldn’t sleep at night. Zuko was always last to bed, if he ever got to bed. Hardly he ever would. Zuko would spend night after night trying to figure out what was wrong with his bending.

Tonight was no different, he sat at the fire. Thinking, reliving everything that has happened in his life. His sister slowly losing her sanity, his father planning to do unspeakable things, suddenly changing his ways and teaming with the Avatar. There was a lot on his mind, maybe he should be alone. Or maybe the Avatar could provide him with comfort he so desperately needed.