"You can't just leave me like this," Katara whispered, her voice hoarse. She looked so thin, and weak. Zuko looked back at her, tears in his eyes.
"Katara… If I don't leave you're going to die here. I don't want that to happen…"
She looked up at him, Zuko's torchlight causing her blue, watery eyes to look starry. "With every breath I take, I'm closer to my last. I don't want you to come back and have you find you were too late."
"You're the strongest girl I've met. You're a fighter, Katara. Not everybody has that gift. Use it to hold your last breath… for me. Until I can come back with help," Zuko said, his raspy voice comforting the dying girl. Katara hesitated for a moment, but nodded. She knew things would probably turn out better if he got help. She just couldn't stand the thought of being alone.
"Thanks, I'll be back soon, I promise," Zuko said, pecking her cheek and running off to get help.
Katara waited for him to leave, then carefully hugged her cold body. "I'm holding my last breath… It's safe inside myself. But all my thoughts are of you…" she whispered whilst closing her eyes. Was this a goodbye?