... him. In his troubled state, he desired to believe that he too could learn to forgive his younger sister as his mother did.
But one side of him told him that she did not deserve exoneration. She was cruel, heartless, merciless. She was the matron of repugnance in the Fire Nation, at least, that was how he saw her.
But his uncle and mother pleaded for her liberation. She was just a child herself, barely seventeen. She was too vulnerable there. The many faces of prison were of crude, old slobs that probably dreamt of seeing her naked. They perhaps saw her as something they could never have, and probably never will.
But she was strong. She could fight even the hardest aspects of life. She had a vigorous fire, one that kept her alive all those years.
But she remained silent. She kept everything to herself. She was indeed, a woman of many secrets.
Had that silence been the key to her madness? Could she not hold it inside any longer?
Had she finally let go?
He shook his head lightly, releasing himself of his doubt. He peered over to his right and noted light conversation between the members of his posse.
How could they be so calm under all of this stress? Zuko found himself sweating profusely as his nerves smoldered. His view then altered to the blue sky. The clouds were pristine and calm as the airship wh...