Zuko's head was a turmoil of emotions, thoughts swirling about his head, shock, outrage, jealousy. Why had this cruel, cruel world decided to snatch hope from his hands, and replace it with yet more tragedy?...but of course, this world would never tire of torturing him, until his last breath was spent and his eyes closed for the last time.
No, this world has taken and taken, first his dear mother, then his powerful nation, his dear mentor Iroh, and finally, when he thought that perhaps, now that he had joined the avatar, the sadness would end.
But no! this cruel universe, perhaps thinking it had given him too long a reprieve, had decided to dump this tragedy, this terrible tragedy, upon his head, shattering his dreams of finally having peace!
At this thought Zuko, beneath the canopy of a tree, began to cry.
A few minutes later, Aang noticed Zuko sobbing beneath a tree.
"What's wrong with him?" he asked Katara.
"oh, Momo stole his cookie."