Bolin hated when his older brother would drink. When Mako got drunk and started angrily rambling, Bolin could never tell if that's what he really thought or just the cactus juice talking. Normally Mako would just complain and swear about little things. But tonight, he had a bit more to drink than usual.

"Do you know how much of a pain you were as a kid, Bo? How fucking annoying you were? I hate that I was stuck raising you!," Mako yelled, severely slurring his words. He had just stumbled into he and his brother's home above the pro-bending arena, clearly drunk. Bolin was sitting on the couch, ready for a drunk Mako, but not the harsh words.

Mako then made his way to the couch and collapsed next to his brother. He went on, "I was only eight! Eight freaking years old! And then boom-I had a kid! I mean, what the hell, Bo? Why?"

Bolin tried to convince himself as much as possible that it was just the alcohol talking. But the words still stung, because he knew that simply wasn't true. He figured he should answer his inebriated brother in some way, so he said defensively, "I didn't ask for our parents to be killed, Mako. Sorry that I couldn't stop a mugger at the age of six."

If Mako could have sat up, he probably would have slapped his younger brother. Instead, he could only manage to venomously say, "I bet you are sorry. All you are is sorry. Just a sorry little boy. I ought to beat your ass, just for being such a little prick."

Since Mako was laying sideways, he couldn't see the tears starting to trickle down Bolin's face. The earthbender got up without a word, walked to the door, and left. Mako called after him, "Where do you think you're going, little boy? Get back here! Little ugly fuck..." He would have gone on, but the drinks really caught up with him and he passed out just as the door was slammed.