I reached for the sky and fell short. I forsook my name, hid my face for years, and dedicated my life to a revolution that has collapsed when it was on the verge of success. A mere child Avatar purged of her bending has brought me to my knees and sent me running away in shame. I have this man with me in hopes of a companion who understands what I did. The words we share are stilted and awkward. Years of betrayal hang between us. I left him trapped as a child with a twisted, murderous man and went freely on my way. Nothing I do now could erase that. I only hope for a fresh start with a man who understands something of the reasons for what I did. With the ocean before us and his own treachery behind him, perhaps he could see his way clear to starting a new life with me. After so many years of bloodbending, it takes no effort to feel him reach for the gloves behind me. I close my eyes, resigned, but feel a single bitter tear slip down my cheek. In these last moments I know that even my own brother cannot forgive me.
