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Reprieve
He had been prepared. The physician had not spoken of it, but Zuko had been ready to be blind in his scared eye. The resulting lack of depth-vision would be a set back in his training, but he would just work even harder. That struggle, more than being flesh and blood, was what defined him. The physician and Uncle had pulled back the gauze and under their guidance and their medicines, the boy had moved his eye as much as he could. He had told them what he could not see, he had listened to instructions with half an ear, and he had sent them away.
Then he pretended not to weep for the snatches of color and movement that were still there.
