Fear
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It was dark, cold and rainy. A hooded figure was walking in the upper ring of Ba Sing Se, walking until he got to a tea shop. He entered.
He walked to the owner, an old, short man, and only said:
"I've come to tell you that the Fire Lord is dead, killed by an escaped Ozai,"
The old man dropped the teapot in his hands and it broke with a crash as the tea, jasmine, spilt out...
"No..." he whispered, dropping to his knees "no...that's not possible..."
"It is," the man said, "don't deny it, the hawk will be here soon to invite you to the funeral"
"I'm...not...going" the elder man chocked through his tears,
"But why?" the hooded asked "Don't you care?"
"I'm not going to be there for there is going to be two deaths to mourn that day..."
The cloaked man smirked and the tea shop owner went to the back room to get a knife and stabbed himself with it.
And so Sendooni took Iroh as one of the dead.