A/N: Katara's musings on Zuko's fatherhood.
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Father
Zuko's father had been more concerned with his own ambition than being close to his children. Prizing Azula for her genius, but not her self. Quick to disregard the worthless. A hot-blooded, angry sort of man.
Katara's father had been bold and adventurous, hearty, good with stories. He built them up with kind words, and made sure that foundation would never fall. A warm, caring, laughing man. The sort you just loved.
Watching Zuko tuck their children into bed, Katara smiled. He had the awkwardness of a childhood with one father, but there was no doubt which man he most resembled.
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R&R, kudasai