They are all gone. Gyatso. Dorje. Pasang. Jinju. Gyatso. All gone to ash and dust and bone. And I am alone, adrift in the world.
Lost in rage and pain, the storm around me reflects my anguish. Bones and ashes and dust flying until everyone is as hopelessly lost as me.
A soothing voice, kind but firm. I can't comprehend what it says until
"Sokka and I, we're your family now."
I am surrounded by warmth and kindness. Her hands reach out and I fall into her, into her arms. Katara holds me safe and I am not alone.