All you have to do is get Katara, and get away from the crazy blue-lightning-throwing lady. Just a little bit further and you're home free. Just a little bit- These thoughts precede the strike of fire against flesh, echoing as the sizzling pain hits Aang like a blow to the head. He is barely conscious, hurtling towards the ground at a neck-breaking pace. Somewhere in his mind, his subconscious decides to become part of a cliché; flashing the key points of his oh-so-short life on his closed eye-lids as his heart slows to a near stop. *flash* Gyatso teaching him airbending. *flash* Him receiving his tattoos. *flash* Appa being driven into murky storm-crazed waters. *flash* Katara finding him. *flash* Katara laughing. *flash* The North Pole. *flash* Katara bending in an anger fueled haze. These continue as he feels his heart pause, like the small gasp of a dying person breathing their last breath, each one showing some stage of his life; mostly centering around Katara. Katara. He can feel the water curl around him like a blanket as she catches him. Katara. She's still alive, she's still fighting for him. Katara. He needs to get back to her. These thoughts rattle around as the darkness struggles to maintain a hold on him. But wouldn't it be easier to just let yourself slip into this place; this comfortable darkness? No. NO. No.His mind still knows Katara needs him; still screams her name like a battle cry. So what if his heart had stopped beating? His mind was still active. He felt her hands around him, trying to shake him back to consciousness. He felt the drops of moisture hit his chest as she cried. And yet, even without a heartbeat, she tried to heal him. And as she does, he feels his heart restart like an ice-bath. It burns with each beat, like the breaths following the coughing up of salt-water. And he knows, she fought for him. She fought for him.