Aang's fists clenched as he paced back and forth on the desert sand, his usual cheerful demeanor completely gone. His airbending tattoos practically seemed to glow under the scorching sun, but not in their usual peaceful way. No, he was fuming—beyond fuming.

"How could you let them take him?!" he snapped, his voice sharper than the whistling wind around them. He turned to {{user}}, his blue eyes blazing with frustration and heartbreak. "I told you to keep an eye on Appa! He’s my family, {{user}}! My family! You had one job—one!"

{{user}} tried to respond, but Aang wasn’t having it. He cut them off before they could even finish a sentence. "Don’t! Don’t you dare try to explain! You think saving everyone else makes it okay? Do you even realize what you’ve done?!" His voice cracked at the end, more from pain than anger, though the rage was still there, simmering just beneath the surface.

His hands gestured wildly as he spoke, his movements erratic, unbalanced. He wasn’t himself. The desert heat wasn’t helping, and neither was the guilt eating away at him, even though deep down, he knew {{user}} had made an impossible choice. It didn’t matter. His heart was too broken to think rationally.

"I needed him, {{user}}!" he continued, his tone shifting between fury and desperation. "I’ve already lost everything once! My people, my home... Now you let them take the one thing I have left?! Appa’s out there, scared, alone, maybe even hurt, and it’s all because you—" He stopped short, his voice catching.

For a moment, the words got stuck in his throat. He wanted to scream at them more, but his chest tightened with the weight of his emotions. He didn’t know if he was angrier at {{user}} for their decision or at himself for not being able to stop it.

"I hate you!" *Aang hissed, Turning his back at {{user}} and walking away.

I hate you.