I knew when I challenged him that he wouldn't be one to back down.

I knew I had more to learn.

I knew I was ready to end it now, though.

In a few quick moves Amon has gone from in front of me to directly behind me, but with a fast turn I knock his feet out from under him and send a rushing tidal wave down the alley as I run in the opposite direction, the same one that Mako and Bolin took off in seconds ago.

I always figured that when I fought him it would be this big public event, like Aang fighting The Firelord.

I always knew I would be different though, and so did Master Katara.

I always wondered if she hated me. I couldn't live without the love of her life dying. But when she told me stories of her adventures, there was longing, but not resentment.

I hear Amon catching up behind me and I quickly turn back around, launching fireballs at him which he dodges with ease.

He moves in closer and closer as I continue with fire balls, trying to maneuver myself out of his reach, but he's backing me up into a wall and there's no escape.

Bolin enters with perfect timing and quickly sends a rock hurling at Amon, knocking him off balance and giving me the perfect amount of space to lurch at him.

I know that Mako will scream at me later for this.

I know that Bolin will look back at me with awe.

I know that I have my foot strongly planted on Amon's chest with rock bending up at my will to surround his hands and feet, rendering him unable to escape and I know that I can end this whole thing now.

"Congratulations, Avatar." He says, and my hands pull back further, fire growing brighter from them. "Now I will suffer the same fate your Master Katara did."

In that instant I feel a longing in my chest, my heart breaking in half, my soul ripping in two.

I know what he says is true and the fire in my hands diminishes.

Somewhere Mako is screaming for me to act.

Somewhere Bolin is calling my name.

In the middle of a small street in Republic City the wind picks up at unnaturally high miles and the dust blows around. Despite being pretty far inland, the crashing of waves is easily heard, and the dark night is illuminated by my glow.

They say when somebody you love dies, you feel it. I guess feelings get mixed up if they have to cross miles of ocean.

My feelings are clear now, I am screaming and deep down I know Aang is screaming with me, I am powerful, more powerful then I have ever felt and Amon is dead in a matter of seconds.

Just like that.

But I can't stop. I can't handle this.

Master Katara cannot be gone.

I'm not sure if the water beginning to flood the street is from the ocean or the nearby river or maybe straight off of my face, but I know there are two people wading through it and pulling me down by my arms. Before I know what's happening, my face is being shoved into Mako's neck, and two sets of hands are on my back, telling me everything is okay even though everything is not because I took a life, because a life was taken from me.

I knew Katara would go home to Aang.

I know I will still have to deal with the rest of the equalists.

I knew Katara would be okay with what I did, looking down at me with pride.

I know that this is not over, that I am missing a huge chunk of myself without Katara which will only get worse when Tenzin wakes up and I have to explain tonight.

But I always know that here in Mako and Bolin's arms; I too have found a home.