A fine line
She hated him. Every breath that he took, and every movement he made, she hated it all. She didn't want him to die, being just plain cruel wasn't in Katara's nature, but she wouldn't mind seeing her fist breaking his nose. It would be only a fraction of the revenge she deserved. Most of her just couldn't stand him.
Yet, the smallest piece of her liked him. She respected him for being brave enough to ask the gaang for acceptance, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt when she denied him her forgiveness. To see the prince of the fire nation beg for her trust was almost enough to melt her icy exterior. Almost. No one believed that she would ever learn to see past her anger, but then again there was a fine line between love and hate.