Hello readers! Here's the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy. And again to be clear, I don't personally ship them outside of this story but inside they will. That was to an anonymous review and to anyone confused. Lately I've been seeing those more often and for some reason some people who aren't anonymous I can't send a message to. Oh well. Please enjoy.

Azula sat curled up in a small impromptu "cell" that Toph had made for her. The Avatar and his friends left her there while they tried to invade the Fire Nation and defeat her father during the solar eclipse. Not wanting to take their prisoner with them they used earth bending to bury her in a hole while they while they were away.

It was small and cramped and the metal gauntlets she was still in certainly didn't make the situation any better. If there was anything to be thankful for, it was that they had left her a hole to breathe.

All she could do was recollect the last few days of her life being a prisoner of the Avatar. It wasn't as bad as she thought being a prisoner would be. All she really did was mock and throw insults towards her captors. It was all she could do to ease her boredom from being shackled all day.

As soon as I get a chance to escape… They'll pay for this. A laugh escaped her throat as she thought about her last few days. At least the blind one is entertaining. She was scamming all those people out of money. Just goes to show that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

Even seeing the Avatar start to lose it from lack of sleep was enjoyable. Even with his kind of power, he still fears my father, and rightly so. Then her thoughts shifted towards another mood, one she couldn't quite grasp.

All three of them get this dazed look in their eyes whenever someone mentions the waterbender. Even the blind one. Is that what it's like to lose someone you love? It just leaves you an emotional zombie? Why the hell would anyone want that? It sounds foolish.

Then the thought of Katara's father crossed her mind. When the Avatar met with the invasion force they talked to her dad who apparently was their tribe's leader. When they told him his daughter had been killed he broke down in front of everyone. I may be cruel and heatless but that was… I don't know. It felt uncomfortable? No it was worse than that. Empathy, maybe? Is that what I felt? Or even guilty?

Shaking her head from the direction her thoughts were going she looked up as the rock opened above only to be blinded by light that invaded her cell. When her eyes had a moment to adjust she saw the Avatar's disappointed face.

"Back so soon?" Azula asked condescendingly.

Aang reached down without a word and pulled her out. He began to walk towards Appa with his shoulders sulking in defeat. Azula watched a moment and asked with a raised brow, "You're not going to just throw me up there? You just think I'll follow?"

Aang rubbed his eyes clearly not in the mood to deal with her attitude. It had been a long day and he just wanted it to be over. In a tone that hinted at irritation he replied, "I'd rather not. Can you just follow and hop on?"

Azula looked down as she thought about it a moment. A few days prior, Toph had made a chain out of the metal bindings on her legs so she could walk instead of being dragged or hop along. She still couldn't move them that much but enough so that she could shuffle along.

Knowing she couldn't escape she shrugged and began to shuffle along, feeling slightly humiliated. She knew she must have looked like an otter penguin. Fortunately no one was really paying attention to her to see her embarrassment and anguish.

As Azula neared Appa, Aang again reached down and pulled her up, sitting her on saddle. Instantly she snapped, "What took you so long?"

Appa lifted off and soared into the air. Aang waited knowing that it irritated Azula when they ignored her. After a few more minutes he sat across from her in the saddle and answered, "We had to drop off some friends before we got you."

Azula didn't really care for the answer. She just wanted to talk to pass the time until they slipped and she could make her escape. "Guessing the invasion didn't go so well?"

Sokka who had remained quite replied, "And what makes you so sure?"

Azula wanted to laugh at him but she acted nonchalant and shrugged to anger him further. "You all look so disappointed. That and we've known about the invasion for months."

Sokka couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had his suspicion during the invasion because the Fire Nation was so prepared for them along with the fact that they couldn't even find the Fire Lord. Now his suspicions were confirmed, he didn't know what to say. It had all been for nothing. His dad and all those people were captured or killed for nothing.

Seeing him in a moment of weakness, Azula wanted to cut him even deeper. "It's a shame you escaped. Maybe if they would have got you, you could have seen that girl."

Sokka snapped his head out from his palms and looked at her slightly confused. "What?"

A slight smile crossed Azula's lips as she continued speaking indifferently. "Yeah, she was my favorite prisoner. Couldn't stop talking about you. She was convinced that you were going to come rescue her. Of course, you never came, and she gave up on you."

Sokka lunged towards Azula and grabbed her by the collar of her armor. "Where is Suki?!" Sokka said in a demanding angry tone. Azula shrugged again sending him further into rage.

Deciding to intervene before Sokka killed her, Aang pulled him back and sat him down. Sokka wanted to fight back but after everything that happened that day he just felt utterly defeated. He accepted he couldn't just kill her and sat there lost in thought.

Azula kicked her feet feeling a small victory. If they were going to keep her shackled, she was going to torment them. She knew they wouldn't kill her so there wasn't really a point to reign in her attitude. The only thing she was going to stay away from was the waterbender, Katara.

That probably would send them over the edge with her, if she made any comments about her. She learned that their first night riding together and wouldn't make that mistake again. That and the feeling of whatever it is was when she thought about the girl and what happened.

After a few hours of silence Azula asked in an irritated tone, "Where are we going anyway?"

Aang's face began to light up as he directed Appa to descend down the edge of a cliff. Azula's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as she looked upon the buildings built into the side of the cliff. They looked like temples built upside down, no other way they couldn't have been built. Impressed would be an understatement; she had never seen anything like it before.

Appa landed quickly prompting them to get off. Azula tried to ease herself off the side and ended up falling face first. Luckily Aang sent a gust of air up towards her flipping her back to land feet first. If she wasn't his enemy she might have thanked him, but even so she probably wouldn't have.

"This is the Western Air Temple!" Aang exclaimed.

Sokka looked around and rubbed his chin impressed by the temple. "This is nice, but now we have to get down to business." Turning his attention to Aang he asked in a serious tone, "What are we going to do now?"

Aang looked at Toph and shrugged. Toph turned her head towards him and commented, "You know I can't see right?" Aang looked visibly embarrassed before she laughed and added, "It's alright Twinkle Toes, I'm just messing with you. I can feel your guy's body language pretty well."

Sokka waved her off continuing where he left off. "All jokes aside we need a plan. If you ask me I think the new plan should be the old plan. You just need to master all four elements and defeat the Fire Lord before the comet comes."

Azula snorted annoyed by their conversation. Sokka eyeballed her irritated and asked, "You have something to add?"

Again she snorted before looking at the three of them. "You tried that before and look how that ended." The three returned blank stares at her prompting her to sigh and continue. "Do you know what insanity is?"

Toph interjected, "You…"

Azula glared at her few moments before continuing. "No. Insanity is doing the exact same thing over and over again, expecting things to change. That is crazy. Even if you somehow learn to bend all of the elements, do you think you can win?"

The group looked at each other thinking about what she was saying before Aang rebutted, "But I didn't even see the Fire Lord at the palace. If I learn all of the elements, I should be able to beat him."

All Azula could do was give Aang a blank stare. She wanted to scold and ridicule him but she wasn't on her side. She wasn't trying to help him but she was trying to make it clear that there was no way he could win against her father.

"My father is a firebending master. Quantity won't beat quality. If you can barely do all four, do you really think you can beat him? Really? You might as well give up and let me go right now."

Clearly irritated Sokka tried to erase the doubt that she was trying to plant in Aang's head. "Don't listen to her. She just wants you to give up. We just need to get you ready to fight him and I'm sure you'll win."

Leaning back Aang flicked a small pebble as he thought about it. "How am I even going to find a firebending teacher?"

Sokka replied, "We could look for Jeong Jeong."

Scoffing at the idea Aang stood up and began to pace. "Like we'll ever see him again." Aang paced back and forth for a few moments before an idea came to his head. He didn't think it would work but he had to ask.

"Azula, can you teach me?" All she returned was a blank stare so he added, "Please?"

In almost a shout she responded, "Why on earth would I teach you? I thought you were naïve but now I'm beginning to think you may just be an imbecile."

Aang pouted before turning away from her. He didn't expect her to agree but he thought it was worth a shot. The only other person who firebend that he thought would help him was Iroh, but he had no idea where he was. At a loss of where to learn firebending Aang began to walk away to be alone with his thoughts.

They had been doing that often since Katara had passed. The joy and childish antics they had engaged in would still happen but less frequently. The pain from her death was still raw and no one in the group really thought they would get over it.

Azula on the other hand was frustrated. Angry because of the situation she was in; irritated that the Avatar would ask her such a ridiculous question. Like I'd teach him. Why would I teach him so he could have a better chance to defeat my father? He really is just a naïve child.

Breathing in trying to calm her nerves, her nose squirmed slightly repulsed. Looking around to see where the smell was coming from she breathed in again. What is that? It smells like… That's when Azula realized the smell was coming from her.

Leaning her head down, she took a whiff of her armor and felt like gagging. Azula hadn't paid much attention but now she realized she smelled like someone who hadn't bathed in days because in fact she had not. They kept her locked up the whole time only letting her "loose" when she had to go to the bathroom. Neither she nor they thought about her hygiene the entire time.

Feeling self-conscious she spoke aloud, "I smell."

Everyone turned their attention to her and all had the expression that something had dawned on them. Sokka was the first to reply. "Oh, that's what that smell was. I thought something was starting to smell ripe."

Toph nodded in agreement. "Body odor. Couldn't think of it but yeah, that's what you smell like. Dirty socks."

All Azula did was glare at all of them before huffing and blowing some hair out of her face. When they didn't say anything else she spoke impatiently, "I need to bathe…"

Sokka gave her a peace sign and walked away. Toph began to pick some dirt off her toes, not really caring about what Azula was saying anymore. Aang shrugged not really knowing how to handle the situation. They couldn't just free her to bathe because they knew she would try to escape and get reinforcements. That or attack them immediately.

Staring at the remaining two Azula began to become angrier. "If you're won't let me go to wash myself then one of you is going to have to wash me."

Aang turned red as he pointed towards Toph. "She'll wash you!" he said quickly.

Still picking at her feet she shook her head. "Nope. Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I'd ever wash you. That's all you, Twinkle Toes."

Azula looked over at Aang waiting impatiently to lead her somewhere to bathe. Aang was as bright as a tomato clearly not wanting any part of it. Seeing his unwillingness, Azula sighed. "Look it's only weird if you make it weird. As a child I had plenty of servants that would bathe me."

Beads of sweat began to pour from Aang from the nervousness that was building up in him. One she was a girl and he was a boy. Two, he didn't hate her but he extremely disliked her. Even if they were friends he would be uncomfortable with it. Three, she was just a person and he never thought about bathing someone else.

Standing up Azula began to shuffle towards him. "Or you can loosen these shackles and let me take care of it myself."

Weighing the options, Aang thought about it. He thought about letting her just do it, even if she escaped to save him the pain of having to wash her. Or he could and he would be mentally scarred the rest of his life. A third option he thought of was to just let her sit in her own musk but that wasn't appealing either.

In a suspicious tone he asked, "If we let you out you're going to attack or escape, aren't you?"

Tilting her head back as if contemplation she nodded. "Yes, I would."

With a heavy sigh he gave in. Looking at Toph he told her, "Can you bend her cuffs so she can move each arm and leg but can't move her hands or fingers? Need to be able to get her-" Gagging he finished, "Clothes off."

Toph walked over to them and began to metalbend each part of the metal gauntlets on Azula's arms and legs. Each part formed a big ball of metal that encased each hand and foot. Instead of being stretched out to cover most of her forearms and legs, she was now freer to move around. Yet she knew unless she clubbed them to death, there was still no way to escape.

Looking at Aang, he gave another heavy sigh and began to lead her to a bathing room in one of the temples. As they marched along, Azula had a hard time actually walking with the metal shoes. They were odd and clunky and brilliant. There was no way she could fight or run in them. Though it frustrated her, she had to give them credit where credit was due.

When they reached a bathing room Aang turned on the faucets. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the plumbing still worked. Letting it run a few moments so whatever gunk had built up the last hundred years, Aang waited anxiously. He really didn't want to do it but at the moment he saw no other choice.

As the last of the brownish water came out of the facet and down the drain, clean clear water began to pour out. Waiting a few moments for it to warm, Aang then plugged the drain as it began to fill.

Turning back around, he saw Azula staring at him impatiently with her cold demeanor. "Are you just going to sit there or are you going to help me undress?"

Rubbing his face in agitation, Aang walked over to her and nodded. "Arms up…"

Azula laughed at him. "Not thrilled about washing your enemy?" His only response was an eye twitch, so she continued. "Or have you never seen a girl naked before?"

A blush began to creep up Aang's annoyed face. "You know I'm only twelve… And aren't you only like 15?"

She rebutted, "I'm 14. And aren't you technically like 112?"

Clearly annoyed, Aang began to yank off her armor. "I'm technically old enough to be your great-grandfather so shut up so we can get this over with."

She sat down on the edge of the bath as he began to pull off her top that was underneath her armor. Looking up she almost laughed seeing that he had his eyes closed. It was funny seeing how flustered he was getting before even getting to bathe her.

Lifting her legs he began to pull off her pants with his eyes still clamped shut. In a weird combination of teasing and mocking she said, "Now, take off my undergarments." Nervously his fingers reached up and began to pull with twitching fingers.

Again she almost laughed out by how flustered he was. When he managed to pull her underwear off she turned her back to him and added, "Now my bra."

Aang again nervously reached and fiddled with the clasp. After a few minutes, Azula became impatient and yelled, "Just unclasp it already!"

Aang gulped before redoubling his blinded efforts. After a few more moments he finally succeeded and got it loose. Azula told him to take it off completely and he complied. Finally finished she sunk into the lukewarm water and began to relax.

She could already feel some of the grim begin to peel off of her and she was thankful. "You can look now, it's just my back."

Aang shook his head determined to never see whatever was in front of him. When he didn't relent she sighed before adding, "Alright, get a rag to scrub me clean of this wretched filth at least."

Turning away Aang clumsily felt around the room for a cabinet, hoping that one still had a rag in it. She had to voice out what direction for him to go until he finally made his way to one and opened it. Reaching inside he was ecstatic that it was actually full of rags and towels.

Reaching up, Aang grabbed one from the middle and pulled it out. He shook whatever dust was on it before wetting it in the water. The next few minutes would be the most awkward and painful moments of his life as he began to wash her off. Each scrub from the rag felt like he was rubbing a bit of his own soul away. Never would he mention it to anyone.

When he finally finished he threw the rag at a wall disgusted by the act. He brought her a towel and began to dry her off as well. Finally finished, Aang reached down for her clothes.

Azula snapped, "You aren't really considering I still wear those? They're dirty and torn up. I'm not a peasant."

Aang sulked and ran out of the room. Sprinting over to Appa, he leaped into the saddle and looked at Katara's back. No one had touched her stuff since she had died, but he knew that she was the only one who had clothes that would fit Azula.

A stray tear escaped his eye as he whispered to himself, "I'm sorry, Katara. I need to borrow your clothes... You probably won't want them back…" Aang reached in and grabbed the fire nation clothing that Katara had worn when they first came to the country. That and feeling extremely uncomfortable, he grabbed a pair of her underwear.

With what he needed, Aang ran back to the room. Before turning the corner and entering, he closed his eyes and walked in. Azula was standing to the side, glaring at him angry that he made her wait. Aang placed the clothes down by the bath.

Azula didn't say anything as he began to swing his hands trying to navigate. Azula coughed and gained his attention. He grabbed the underwear and pants he brought in and shuffled over to her with his eyelids still clamped shut.

It was amusing to her at first, but now it was just annoying her. Not wanting to make it last any longer than he wanted, they both quickly got her bottoms on. Aang turned back and grabbed the shirt. However, luck was not with him as he took a step forward and slipped on a small puddle of water.

Too irritated to notice, Azula didn't see him falling towards her at breakneck speed. Instantly they both toppled over with him atop of her. Finding herself on her back, she looked and saw him laying on her.

Aang didn't have to open his eyes to know what his face was touching. He instantly sprang up and screamed in terror before fleeing to the other side of the room. Azula's eye twitched as she tried to send a fire blast his way, only to realize she couldn't with how they had her restrained.

Extremely agitated, Azula slowly got up and turned her back to him. "All you can see is my back. Open your eyes and finish."

Slowly opening his eyes, Aang walked over and picked up the shirt. She lifted her arms trough it as he pulled it down. Finally finished she turned towards him and gave him the scariest look that would forever be etched into his mind. "I don't care if you have me strapped to a chair with a straight jacket on in a dungeon in the hottest volcano. Ever do that again and I'll kill you."

Aang nodded furiously before leading her out of the room. She let out almost a growl before following behind. The two came back out into the courtyard to see Toph and Sokka lying about. Right as Aang was about to sit, Azula coughed.

"Ahem." He looked at her to see what she wanted to bug him with. "After a bath I need my hair brush. I can't just have it in a tangled mess."

Sighing in defeat, Aang again went over to Katara's bag and pulled out her brush. He walked back slowly, staring at the brush, lost in thought. Azula looked at him and was about to snap again, until she noticed the water tribe design in the brush.

Again feeling what she thought might be a tinge of guilt she asked in a neutral tone, "That was hers. Wasn't it?"

Glancing between the brush and her, he nodded. "I'm not heartless… You don't have to use that. Just don't tell anyone I did you any favors."

Almost slumping down Aang breathed in slowly and exhaled. "No, it's okay. Let's just get this over with." He stepped behind her and began to brush her hair. She was surprised at how gentle he was as he made each pass.

"When you lose, if my father doesn't kill you, you'd make a good servant. You could brush my hair every day." Azula remarked.

Seeing that he wasn't answering her she began to think. The way it was going, they weren't going to let her free of even one shackle. It also appeared they weren't just going to abandon her somewhere or free her. She had to think of another move.

"Avatar. Say I was to teach you firebending…"

Aang stopped brushing her hair and seemed to teleport from behind her and appear in front of her. With a suspicious stare he replied, "What would you want?"

Giving him a fake pout, Azula replied, "Oh, you think that low of me, Avatar?" When his expression didn't change she shrugged. "Alright, then let's cut to the chase. I tell you a few moves and you remove these shackles from me."

Aang shook his head. "Nope, not happening. You'd attack us as soon as you got the chance."

Azula glared at him frustrated. She knew she was arguing in the negotiation from a weak place, but she had to snake her way through it. "Alright, I teach you while free and I don't attack you."

Blinking the slowest blink Aang had ever done he replied, "And why wouldn't you attack us?"

Seeing that there might be a chance she smiled. There was always a way to get what she wanted, if she managed to use the right people however she saw fit. "I want some reassurances. " Aang gave her a question look so she continued. "I teach you, and in exchange after you fight the Fire Lord, you don't fight me on assuming his throne."

Both Toph and Sokka were now listening to the conversation and ran over to the two. "I thought you said he couldn't win?" Sokka asked.

Azula nodded. "I still don't, but look at it from my perspective. When you lose, I'm free and will take over at some point. If by some miracle you defeat my father, then you agree to let me take the throne. Either way I become the Fire Lord. That is if you follow with the agreement."

Toph, Sokka, and Aang glanced at each other before moving a few feet away from her and forming a group huddle. Azula watched as she heard whispers and the occasional suspicious glance towards her. The longer it went, the more frustrated she became until they finally seemed to come to an agreement and come back to her.

Aang spoke first, "If you agree to pull back the Fire Nation soldiers and return all the land your nation has conquered, and cease this war, we'll agree to your terms. But you have to teach me to actually bend fire well enough to compete with the Fire Lord."

Nodding she replied, "I can do that."

Sokka then interjected. "You also have to tell me where Suki is and help me get her."

Rolling her eyes Azula nodded. "Whatever. She's at Boiling Rock. I can do that."

Having remained quite so far, Toph added, "But you'll still have a restraint. It'll just be smaller and more manageable. You'll be able to move and bend."

Squinting her eyes at the blind girl, all Azula could do was agree. She knew she couldn't set all the terms, but as long as she became Fire Lord and was free of them, she could accept it. Aang, however, was not finished.

"If you try anything, like attack us or try to escape and come back with more people. If you don't follow through with our agreement, you don't pull back the armies, or you try to invade again. I will come for you. Now…" He smiled as he reached out his hand. "Do we have an agreement?"

Azula glared at the three a few moments before nodding and reaching her imprisoned hand to his, giving him a weird fist bump handshake. Toph grinned before using her metalbending to take the shackles off of Azula and form a collar and place it around her neck.

Eyeing her handiwork, Toph traced her finger along it. "I can't tell if it's pretty, but it sure is solid. If you try anything I'll pull you up or if it's really serious I'll crush your neck. Okay?"

Looking terrified, Azula looked at Aang shocked from the threat from the blind girl. Aang was unnerved too and voiced his thoughts. "Isn't that a little harsh?"

Sokka countered, "Isn't it harsh what they did to my sister?"

With a sigh, Aang looked down at the ground as he remembered that terrible night. "That's true, but that doesn't mean we can be cruel too. Don't kill her or anything. Just hold her against a wall or something."

Then another thought came to him. "Wait if you could have done that, why did I have to bathe her?"

Without missing a beat, Toph responded, "Because I thought it'd be funny…"

With a shrug both Toph and Sokka walked away from the two. Azula clinched her hands, getting used to moving them freely again. She pulled the wrap from her injured hand to find it was healing decently, but it was still raw. It was going to leave a large scar.

Rubbing the back of his head, Aang breathed out heavily. "Now that we're kind of on the same team, I'm sorry about that."

With an uncaring glance, Azula shrugged. "No big deal. You had to do what you had to do."

Aang retorted, "But I didn't have to injure you that badly. I'm sorry."

"Not going to defeat my father with that attitude." Azula responded.

Silence permeated the air between the two for a few moments. Aang had a frown from her words and replied, "Yeah… You keep saying that. Everyone does."

She could see the inner turmoil on his face. Now that they were a quasi-team she decided to throw him a bone. "I'm s-sor-…" Azula took few deep breathes before continuing. "Never thought I'd say this, but I'm sorry about your friend… Really."

With a forced grim smile Aang nodded in appreciation. "Thanks… But to other matters. We'll give Appa a little time to rest, and then we're off to get Suki. You'll lead the way."

The two gave each other a brief nod before Azula went back to finishing her hair. While she was she barked at Aang to practice some firebending forms. Not impressed she finished putting up her hair and snapped. "You'll never beat the Fire Lord with that. You need to channel your inner rage!"

Looking back at her, Aang replied, "But that's not me. Monks don't use or believe that being angry is good. We try to be at peace."

"And that's why you're the only one left." Azula replied coldly. Seeing his saddened expression she sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Sorry. That was cruel… Just try to get angry."

Sitting down he began to twiddle his thumbs in thought. It may have been cruel but it did have a tinge of truth to it. "You sure I have to? What if we went back to the source of firebending? Like air bisons were the original airbenders!"

Scoffing at him Azula sat too. "Well the original firebenders were dragons but they were all hunted down. There isn't any left. But if you really think it'll help the first people that learned from dragons were the ancient Sun Warriors. They died off thousands of years ago but we could go sightseeing their ruins if it'll help. They're nearby."

Hollering from Appa's back, Sokka let them know they were ready to go. Aang rubbed his chin and agreed. "Alright, after we get Suki, we'll go there. But… how are you going to get her anyway?"

Walking towards the bison, Azula replied, "I'll tell them to release her to me."

Matching her pace, Aang nodded. "But what will you do when your father hears about you helping me?"

Climbing up the side of Appa, she looked back and replied nonchalantly, "Same thing I'll say when he beats you. You forced me to help you or you'd kill me. Now shut up and let's get this over with."

Without another word, Aang hopped on top of Appa and commanded him to take off. Soaring through the air was relaxing, and looking back at his team and even Azula, he felt like they might be able to beat Ozai. That he actually had a chance, but he wasn't going to let his guard down around her. She was too dangerous to do so.

Zuko sat alone in his chambers staring into a mirror on his wall. A single candle sat beside him, barely illuminating the few feet near him. Enough so that he could see his face in the mirror; his old scar that covered one side of his face, and his new soon to be scar that was still raw and pulsating fluids.

He reached down and took another sip of some imported alcohol from the new colonies. Zuko had been doing that a lot lately. Most considered him an adult at his age and he agreed with the assessment. He just didn't know if they should consider him a person after what he had down.

A few more sips went down his throat as he glared at the mirror, looking to find something in it. Yet, he saw nothing; just the burned heartless monster glaring back at him. A few more sips went down before he dropped the empty bottle on the floor along with the others.

Hours passed and he kept staring at the mirror until finally he snapped and began to punch it repeatedly. Each strike shattering it further, as blood stained each glass shard that fell to the ground. When his rage finally subsided, Zuko fell to his hands and knees in the broken glass, further cutting himself.

Tears fell as he barely saw the mangled reflection of himself on the ground. I tried to get my honor back, but I ended up giving up my humanity to achieve that. And I still didn't get it back… I never will. Zuko sat up against the wall before slowly grabbing another bottle of liquor and popping it open. With a heavy sigh he began to drink from it as more tears rolled down his cheeks, in a hole of his own misery and despair.