Aang sniffled and whimpered.

He wiped his nose and the tears off from his cheeks, his knees pressed against his chest.

Aang had woken from a dream of the Air Nomads…

He hated being the last airbender. He missed all of his friends. The wildlife. The food… He missed all of it…

Monk Gyatso specifically.

Aang blamed himself for their deaths. He was experiencing survivor’s guilt.

He sat in his sleeping bag, trying to calm himself down without being too loud.