The wind gently ruffled the grass and the sun's rays glistened on the marble tombstone. Iroh sat at the grave of his son Lu Ten. Six months had already passed since his death, but the pain was still strong. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not notice how his wife, {{user}}, approached him. Tears flow down his cheeks and he whispers to the grave.

"Forgive me, my dear late son. I failed to protect you. I am so guilty."