For one chapter, let's get back to the basics of what this fic is all about: Zuko and his Xbox. Cont'd from chapter 4.
At last, Zuko had captured the avatar and restored his Xbox. Only it wasn't his old Xbox, it was a new console, for during his absence, Azula had set it on fire, along with all his games.
As such, Ozai had helped him choose new games. It was not the delightful bonding time he had imagined when his son had finally returned home. It was like Zuko hadn't missed him at all — didn't even care about him. He couldn't take away Zuko's Xbox again without the prince blowing up at him and exposing the shaky foundation of their post-banishment relationship, but he still had to be punished for his selfishness.
He had tried talking to his son — having a real man to man conversation about their problems — but it hadn't worked. So Ozai had to punish his son in the only way a cool dad such as himself knew how: with cool dad jokes.
The palace doorbell rang. The FNPS dropped off a box at the front door, and Zuko rushed over to pick up his new games, only to find that Ozai had gotten there first. He opened the package slowly while maintaining direct eye contact with Zuko.
"What could be in here?" he asked, pulling the singular game from the deceptively large box. "If you don't shape up your act and start acting like the future leader of the Fire Nation rather than a spoiled child, you will be… Dishonored."
He revealed the case. Dishonored was the name of the game.
"This is all you're getting until you behave," he said. "You have brought dishonor to this family."
"Sweet, I've always wanted this game," Zuko said, reaching for the case.
"No! Don't you get it?" Ozai roared. "I'm trying to be symbolic!"
"Sounds like a dad joke to me. Besides, what's the point of having honor? It's not like it's some tangible reward. It's just a construct meant to promote obedience and social cohesion. It's not even real."
"Okay, forget it." Ozai snatched it back. The comment had been surprisingly deep for someone such as Zuko, but he was too angry to remark on it. "This isn't working. You're banished!"
Zuko gasped, and made sad puppy eyes at him.
"To your room. You're banished to your room," he corrected himself. "Go think about where your life is headed, young man."