"You're going to be okay." The words were meant to be comforting, but her voice held no conviction. Even while saying them she could feel his body shutting down. "It's okay Katara, I'm ready." Aang's heartbeat was slowing; each beat reverberating from Katara's fingertips to the fringes of her silvered hair. "No." She said; her voice a soft whimper. Aang's wrinkled hand grips hers in a grip unbefitting of him being on his death bed. Their friends were right outside of the sealed mahogany door; over the sound of his labored breathing she could hear them shuffling around. "Don't leave me, please Aang, please." Small, shining tears trace the folds of her face. "Bring the others in." His eyes seemed to be having trouble focusing on her. "Guys, come in." Her voice was barely above a whisper but almost instantaneously the entire group was inside the small, shadowy room. Fire Lord and Lady, the elderly, but still strong willed, Toph, and Councilman Sokka plus his wife, Suki. Aang and Katara's kids were all over the world, unable to return home immediately. Aang's opaque eyes glide over all of them; his still unfocused eyes struggling to focus on each face. "I love you, Katara." He says when his cloud grey eyes finally return to Katara's ocean blue ones. And with that, the almighty Avatar's tattoos and eyes flash blue one last time, giving up the Avatar spirit, and he fades away. Katara's hand goes to rest on his cheek, "I love you too, Aang."
"Good bye, twnkletoes." Toph, even in the face of a good friend's death, she manages to call them by a name they outgrew a long time ago. Zuko and Mai bow respectively, as well as they can at their age and Sokka smiles sadly. He exits the room and the others follow; they all know Katara needs a minute. She slides Aang's eyelids closed; the pale skin streaked with blue veins covering the grey eyes she had loved so much. She slips her hand back into his; noticing the absence of the protective tightening of his hand. She isn't crying; she knew he had gone peacefully at his time. Katara takes one last look at the peaceful face of her longtime husband then pulls the sheet over his face and exits his room. "Goodbye Aang." She whispers quietly. In a Water Tribe, she knows that that a newborn is crying. The New Avatar is crying; she hopes Aang enjoys all of his future lives.