He didn't know who he was anymore. He had once been a prince of princes, loved and respected. Now he was an exile, rejected and scarred by the father that he craved acceptance from. Where once he had so much, he now had oh so little. A ship full of soldiers and an asinine uncle were all that he retained from the land that was still home in his heart. He was off balance, everything that had once defined him stripped away. Now all that he could call his own was an impossible quest to find and defeat a legend. It was his only hope of going home, to capture this silly little boy with a bald head, and it consumed him. He made it his identity, thinking of little else but how to succeed.
He only hoped that it would be enough.
He didn't know who he was anymore. He had once had hope of returning home. Now he had been dubbed a traitor, and his own sister had turned against him. It was all that he could do to maintain existence, let alone chase after the Avatar. He and his uncle—who seemed wiser every day—were on their own, trying to scrape by in an unfamiliar kingdom. Everything that he had been taught about his nation spreading its prosperity and greatness was turned on its head in the face of the hate and fear he witnessed daily. Now he had to discover how to work for everything that he had, with no more respect than his actions earned him and in wonder that simplicity could be so good. It was the best life that he and his uncle could make for themselves, living quietly and serving tea, and he tried to forget where he had come from.
He knew it would have to be enough.
He didn't know who he was anymore. He had once been satisfied to live life as a peasant. Now he was exalted once more, but he had had to betray his uncle and so many ideals to get there. His homecoming was everything he had dreamed it to be, everything he had wanted so desperately for it to be. But now he had to wonder if he could go on like this, living the life of the ideal prince—a prince that wasn't him. He had honor and respect and even love aplenty, but every day he spent accepting it was a day that he allowed everything he thought was right be destroyed. His view of life felt skewed, like he didn't even know what to think anymore. Still, he had gotten everything that he had wanted and longed for, and tried to be happy with it.
He only wished that it was enough.
He didn't know who he was anymore. He had once held his loyalty to the Fire Nation above everything else. Now he was turning his back on his country and his father for the person that would probably be their downfall. For so long he had defined himself as his father's rightful heir. Now he was finding himself to be his mother's son—his mother, the granddaughter of the last Avatar. Where before he had found so much to hate in the Aang, he finally saw that there was so much to admire. No longer did he think that loyalty to his family and to his own pride came first; he knew that being a good person and doing the right thing—whatever that was—had to be more important. For so long he had told himself that his views were wrong, that what his father and country said was right had to be so. Now he was putting trust in his own ideas, and it was shaking his world. For the first time, he was going to do what he thought he should, free from the blinders that his father's world had put on him.
He didn't know who he was, but he was finally starting to get an idea.
He was certain that it would be enough.