"She didn't mean it, y'know. She always speaks hurtful things without thinking it over."
"I know," he sighed. "She's been my little sister for as long as I've remember. It's a bad habit I'm used to."
"So why are you bummed out? You've been acting weird ever since Katara left with Zuko and Appa."
He always told her everything, and so he did. "I think... I think in a sense she's right. Maybe the reason I didn't react the way I should is because I never loved Mom."
"Is she right then? You don't love her?"
"I don't know." He kicked a small stone with the side of his foot, feeling lost and confused than ever. "I've forgot what she looked like, remember?"
"Well, I don't know what my mom looks like either so don't beat yourself over it." She knelt down to levitate the small stone midair, "As for you not feeling any lasting hurt... well... memories do that, after all. The new ones gets buried with the old ones." Her voice grew softer as she continued, "For the life of me, I can't imagine if I've lost my mom." she grew silent. "I don't think I would have handled it the way you did."
"So you're saying you love your mom and you're making me feel bad?"
"What I meant is, Boomerang Boy, I just don't know how I'll react. She treats me like a fragile china doll, and I hated her for it. But a part of me is saying she's only holding me back because she wants what's best for me. Maybe I might love her enough to put her in a pedestal like Katara did with your mom, but at the same time I can't help thinking I won't be that devastated at all. My feelings for her are pretty complicated." she smiled wryly. "I'm a terrible child, aren't I?"
He hesitated, before he reached out and hold her hand. "I guess that makes both of us then."
An awkward silence, "So you're feeling better now?"
"Yeah, I think so."
She smirked. "Good, cause I think your fish is burning."
"Oh, for the love of..."