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Humane - Ozai
The hand reaches in and grasps his tattered robes. The frail man is dragged hard against the bars of his cell. He utters a cry of pain but is ignored by the scarred face now glaring down at him.
"Where is my mother?" the cold voice hisses. Ozai balefully glares at the youth but the intensity of the golden eyes forces his own to the ground. "I will make you talk." He hisses again, this time a touch of malice embedded in every syllable.
For a second the old Ozai emerges daring his boy to show the dark side he knows he doesn't possess. Ozai screams in agony raising shocked eyes to his only son. The lighting's twin trails are still snaking over him, his hair smoking.
His own hands tremble and he now understands the advice Iroh gave him. To have one's child turn against them is the harshest lesson a parent can experience.
Humbled he responds when the fire lord asks again.