It is better to be loved rather than feared. It is better to have friends than power. It is better to love than to hate. It is better to help than to hurt.
That's what my father taught me. It's what I live by. I know he's right. I know it in my heart. And I don't question it. My friends are my family. We help and love each other. I wouldn't change that for the world.
But looking at Prince Zuko and the pure hurt and desperation in his eyes makes me wonder what's wrong with his family. Didn't his father ever tell him what mine told me? Is the Fire Nation really so different? Doesn't he know that hatred only leads to pain? And nothing won by betrayal can ever end happily?
But I know his sister and father are to blame. And I can't help someone who doesn't want it. Who won't accept it. Even if it is still better to be loved rather than feared. Better to have friends than power. Better to love than to hate. Better to help than to hurt.
And now I realize, I am the lucky one.
This is my first attempt at writing Katara... And yeah, I know I made it a little Zutara-ish, but I can live with that. Mostly it's her looking at Zuko and realizing that even though he's a Prince and heir to the throne, she's better off than him.