You and me grew up together. Your father died during the war, and my father took you in to "nurture" you. Really, he just wanted to exploit you into his own gain. Now, me and you are looking for the Avatar, per my father's orders. Well, more like demands.

Right now, I'm on the surface deck of the ship, and I'm looking at the icy water that the shop tears through with ease. I see you out of the corner of my eye and I sigh. We aren't on the best of terms, since I've been consumed by honor and restoring it to me, and my nation.

"What do you want?"