A young boy, a flying bison, a winged lemur. They are the last of the Airbenders, and the last ones to fall asleep that night after they leave the ruined temple behind.
Momo curls up against Aang, Aang buries his cheek in Appa's fur. It's only us now, the thought repeats itself in his head as he tries not to cry. No more tears, no more mourning. It's not going to bring back his friends.
Gyatso wouldn't have wanted him to cry.
Aang murmurs an apology to everyone who will never hear it, I'm sorry I ran, I'm sorry I wasn't there, I'm sorry I couldn't save you. When this is all over, he'll give whatever remains he can find a proper burial.
Momo snuggles closer, Aang closes his eyes against Appa's fur.
They're the last of the Airbenders, and Aang is the last to fall asleep that night.