Katara felt like she was burning alive. The heat ripped through her like a foreign force. She could feel the raw power coarsing through her veins, consuming her as it searched for an escape. She tilted her head up in a silent scream and flames leapt from her mouth, burning everything they came into contact with. Katara moved to clasp her hands over her mouth in fear, but heat spilled from her fingertips as she swayed her arms, the flames leaving black lines where they touched the walls of the room. She recoiled in horror as she surveyed her work.
Every movement she made seemed only to bring destruction.
Zuko had never felt so cold. Instead of a warmth in the pit of his stomach, he felt only isolation. He used to create his element from within, constantly connected to it. But now he had to search it out. Slowly, he extended an arm forward from his huddled form, reaching for a connection - any connection. He closed his eyes and searched as he shivered. Nothing. A single tear froze to his cheek.
He had never felt so alone.
