Jet stood on a high cliff, back turned to the still flooded village below, eyes locked on the tree that ice had pinned him to moments before.
"You're sick!"
A chill lingered in his veins, making him shiver when Katara's words echoed in his mind.
"She doesn't understand," he murmured to himself. "I had to do this. I was protecting them, the whole world. She doesn't understand the harsh realities of war."
That was all there was to it. He had tofloodthevillage, and he didn't regret his choice. He couldn't – a leader needed to be firm and decisive.
"You're sick and I trusted you!"
Still, her voice haunted him.
So did the image of her face, contorted with rage and sadness, tear streaks running down her cheeks. Pain throbbed in his gut, where she had hit him full force with a blast of water when he tried comforting her.
But it had been the right thing to do - the only thing to do.
... Right?
He shook his head, chasing away doubt. Of course it was. The Freedom Fighters wouldn't have done it if it was wrong.
Turning, Jet faced the overflowing village below. The roofs of houses peeked out from the water, in which various possessions floated – dolls, dishes, blankets, etc. Guilt twisted his stomach without warning, forcing him to look away.
Roofs were the only thing visible above the smoke as fire ate everything it touched, with no care for the value it may hold to someone. Tears streaked down Jets cheeks as he stared at the monster who had torn apart his life.
"I'm no better than them," he realized, a lump or remorse swelling in his throat.
"It's over, Jet!"
That would have to change. It was time to start fresh, to make a new life in a new place, free from Fire Nation influence.
Ba Sing Se, the city of refugees, and the place of new beginnings. That's where he would go.
Author's Notes: 'Cause I don't write nearly enough Jetara. xP
Disclaimer: 'Avatar' and all its characters are property of Mike and Bryan.