She was a peasant, he a prince.
She was gentle and calm, he irrational and violent.
She worked for the Avatar, he plotted against him.
She loved the ocean, he cursed its depths.
She feared fire, he exulted in it.
She was motivated by hope, he by shame.
She could take care of herself, he was a loose cannon.
She was eager to learn her destiny, he was haunted by his.
She had been attacked by foreigners, he by his own kin.
She imagined a thousand futures, he focused on only one.
She trained patiently to master her element, he kicked and screamed along the way.
She suffered alone until he came, he was hopelessly confused until he met her.
When she lost sense of her life's purpose, he plucked it from the air and gave it back a thousand times.