A/N: Set just before Bitter Work, after The Chase
Four days since Azula's attack, and Iroh hasn't woken.
Although I'd have never wished these circumstances, a part of me is just glad to be back with him once more.
We are an unlikely pair, he and I. Two exiled princes of the Fire Nation, both expected to someday rule, both betrayed by Ozai, both forever homeless. Yet somehow we are still nothing alike.
Iroh stirs again, turning over. I quickly put an arm around him to steady him, afraid he'll hurt himself.
"Lu Ten?" he murmurs.
"I'm here," I answer, hating myself, hating him, hating Ozai most of all.