In memory of Mako.


"Where are you headed?" he asked.

"I'm going to visit someone," he replied.

"Who?" he questioned.

"Your cousin," he admitted.

"I understand," he said.

"Very well. I'll be going now," he spoke, as he turned.

"Uncle, wait. I know that he was much older than me and it might seem like we were not that close. I was very young when he died. But I will always remember it because it was not long after that my mother..." he swallowed hard.

"Your mother died," he finished.

"I don't know. I don't kow what happened. I don't know if she is dead or alive," he answered in a harsh whisper.

"And your father?" he wondered.

"I know not what to think of him. He is my father, but he is also the fire lord. I don't whether to love or fear him," he uttered with shame.

"It is a terrible thing," he declared.

"People often say that families are to stick together. That families should love each other. But I don't think I have a family," he spoke bitterly.

"Zuko."

"Uncle."

"I will always be your family."