Republic City has never seemed so dead and useless to me as it does today. Despite the gorgeous night light that shimmers in the lakes reflection, as well as the joy of knowing Amon is dead and gone, I still feel empty. Ever since I lost my bending, I haven't known what to do with myself. Both Ming and Shaozu, my old team mates, have been able to deal with their bending lose, yet I haven't. See, unlike them I was raised around my bending, it was my life from the beginning. To them, bending was just something cool they could do and entertain with, but to me, it was freedom from my home.
But naturally now that my bending is lost, I was called back by the tribe elder; ordered to return for my own safety. Knowing full well I'd have to deal with the pain of seeing the rest of my tribe bending everyday, as well as being surrounded in a village practically on water, I steel my growing despair and without so much as a goodbye to my friends, I went back home.