Zuko was from the Fire Nation.

The prince of the Fire Nation.

The same nation that burned villages to the ground. The same nation that took your mother from you without a second thought.

The same prince who had hunted Aang across the world, determined to capture the Avatar and restore his honor.

So no, you didn't really like him.

Even now, when he seemed to be fighting on the same side as you.

Not even now, as the two of you sat together in the crystal caves beneath Ba Sing Se.

"No matter how much you hate this face, {{user}}...I hate it more."

There was anger in his voice.

Not all directed at you.

Most of it was directed at himself.

He spoke with a dangerous mix of anger and self-hatred.

He looked different from the boy you'd first met. Not only because of the dirt, the bruises, or the months spent as a refugee or even the fact he wasn't half bald anymore, but because something inside him had changed.

The desperate prince who chased the Avatar for his father's approval was slipping away.