A/N. It took some time, but I wanted to make it a good chapter! It is longer than normally, but I didn't think I could cut it into two. Enjoy!
I don't own Avatar the Last Airbender.
"We can't help him Roku… As long as he puts need before duty, there is nothing we can do…"
"I don't care! How could you all abandon him now? How? He is right… And we are all wrong! He is the Avatar now, it is his decision! If he deems it just to keep the Fire Lord alive, it is his decision!"
"And what if he is just mistaken?"
"Then it is still his decision! We all made mistakes! You can't deny that."
"His wish to end the war isn't born from duty."
"And so what? It will still end a century-old war. Who cares why he wants to end it? He is here, fighting for what he deems important."
"Roku… He threw our advice into the wind. Young Aang is brave and true… But he needs to see that to stop the war, he needs to remove the one that can reignite it… It has always been like this."
"He has a solution! Avatars of old… How will we be able to look this young man in the eyes when he joins us… If we refuse his plea for help now! You talk about duty, but we too are the Avatar! We abandoned the world for a century, to let it burn and fall out of balance. We failed our duty! Aang is not to blame for that, is he?"
"The idea of energybending… It could work. But does the young airbender have the qualities necessary?"
"Brothers and Sisters… The young man has suffered so much… And yet, he remains forgiving and capable of mercy. He is as selfless as is humanly possible! He has never asked anything for himself! Even now, at a moment of great peril… It is only for his friends and loved ones that he is now begging for our help! There has never been one more deserving of our help! And if you won't grant him access to the Avatar State, I'll do it myself! Two Avatars are still something to fear!"
"Three."
"Four."
…
As the rocks around him began to smoulder slightly, Aang knew he was going to die. He had put himself in this situation, it was true… But spirits above and below, did it really need to be like this? Putting a hand to the rocks around, he hardened them as much as he could. Just… just a second more.
Gritting his teeth at the heat around him, the airbender knew that it was finished… He had asked the Spirits, and no one had listened… Was this his punishment? His sentence for having done so little to stop this war? He should never have left the Air Temple that faithful night… If he had stayed, the world would have been at peace… Sozin would never have killed the Air Nomads, and he would have been able to stop the Fire Lord before he had even tried it…
But he had made his choice. He had chosen wrong… And now, the world was going to suffer even more than it had already done… Aang couldn't help but feel sorrow at that thought. He had tried… But failed. He wasn't a fully realized Avatar, he had less than a year training! The Fire Lord had years and decennia of the best training the Fire Nation had to offer… Of course he didn't stand a chance. He had managed to land what, one or two blows? He should have let the lightning go to Ozai and be done with it…
But even though he regretted that decision at this moment… Aang knew it was the right decision. Sure, people would think he had been stupid, that he could have ended the war, if he had been just a bit more decisive… But who was he to decide upon who lived or who died? That was not his choice to make, and even if it was… he could not. Aang didn't want that power. Let the people think he had been foolish… At least, the people knowing him would know he had been true to his beliefs…
Spirits… His friends…
If they had seen that from the airships, he would know what they would be saying. Sokka and Zuko would be cursing him for being an idiot, while Toph would mentally kick his ass. Suki would be sympathetic but would judge him for being too soft…
And Katara… Spirits, Katara… She would understand, but at the same time she would kick and scream to get to him, to help him… And to avenge him if needed… He didn't want his… Spirits, his wife… To be here. Aang didn't want her seeing this. And he didn't want her near the Fire Nation soldiers. Was it so much to ask? That his death would not lead to any more deaths?
That his death would be the end of the suffering?
Yes… Yes, it was. Aang wasn't naïve… His death wouldn't solve anything. It would just prolong the misery. If he died here and now, the airships would go on towards Ba Sing Se, burning hundreds of thousands in their path. His friends would die, be imprisoned, or perhaps escape to fight another day… But what chance would they have? The next Avatar would be born in the North Pole, that was a fact. That was the only place with a possible pregnant Water Tribe woman…
His successor would only be old enough to fight in sixteen years… Sixteen years of suffering and pain. Sixteen long years the Fire Nation would use to cement their hold on the Earth Kingdom, to subjugate the Water Tribes for good, and to root out any resistance…. No. The only way this war would end in a good way was if he won this day…
But how could he? The Avatar State was clearly not an option, for he had blocked that chakra when he chose Katara above cosmic power. And if he would bend the rocks away to attack Ozai, he would be burned to a crisp in the matter of seconds… he didn't know what to do anymore. Maybe… Maybe he could dig a tunnel out of this small sphere with his earthbending?
No… The Fire Lord would just bend flames down the tunnel, and if Aang was going to die… At least, it would be with his eyes to the sky. No way he would die underground. But to be really honest… He would prefer to die many years later, while staring into blue eyes…
Katara… He felt tears well up into his own eyes, knowing that he had not said goodbye to her… Kya had said that his friends were safe, but still… Spirits, he would give anything for just one more minute with her, feeling her skin against his fingertips, hearing her soft laugh at a stupid corny joke… Feeling her lips against his own…
Just one more minute…
Was it too much to ask?
The rocks were burning up, crackling and becoming too hot to touch. Looking around, Aang knew that his little hiding place was going to crack open in a matter of moments. He didn't want to die… Spirits, he wished it wasn't his task to end this war. He was going to fail his duty… And his vow to Katara. He had always tried to make true on his promises, but he just… He couldn't do this. Aang knew he had messed up and he should have ended Ozai… But mercy was not a mistake. It was never a mistake! But in this case, it had cost him the battle… And now, he was going to die.
Please protect the people I love… That is all I ask for…
After how he had treated the advice, the previous Avatars had given him, he wouldn't be surprised if they were laughing their butts off in the Spirit World. He realized he shouldn't have done that… But was he so wrong, so naïve, to think that everyone deserved at least a second chance? A chance at redemption? Or, at the very least, that someone needed to be handled in a humane way? And killing that person in cold blood because of what he had done? Even if that person didn't know any better?
Ozai was that kind of person… Evil to a fault, but it had been drilled into him by his family… Strong people could resist that kind of peer pressure, people like Iroh or, in some extend, Zuko… But Ozai had probably cracked at a very young age, just like Azula…
He couldn't hold that against him, could he?
Suddenly, the rocks around him cracked and flames and light entered the little enclosed space. Quickly bending the flames to at least divert slightly, Aang knew it was idle hope. Ozai's bending was much more powerful than his own meager three weeks of training… he had hoped that true firebending would be more powerful… But what could he do against all that power of pure evil and hatred?
He bend an air shield in front of himself, but the force of the flames hurled him backwards. Quickly scanning the surrounding space, he saw that there was a pillar just behind him… The airbender realized that that would be the place he would die… Pinned against the rock, flames consuming him…
As he felt himself touch the pillar behind him, suddenly, the roaring of the fire and the smell of ash and sulphur disappeared. Around him was complete silence, and he knew he had died… At least it had been painless… But Spirits, had it needed to be this soon? He would have liked… Liked to at least think of her before he died…
"Hello Aang." A soft voice whispered, full of compassion.
Opening his eyes, the airbender saw darkness and the stars above him. There was no comet that streaked through an orange sky, no smoke… It seemed peaceful. Turning to the place where the voice had spoken, he saw… nothing. Only darkness and the stars…
"The Spirit of Death?" He asked, surprised at how his own voice sounded… Hurt and sad…
A soft chuckle sounded in the darkness.
"No… No, my brave, brave young man… Quite the contrary. You have been so valiant… Even with all that you have lost. Still, you risk your life and happiness for the sake of the world… Maybe not out of duty, but still. The Avatars have been… rather divided about helping you, to say the least." The voice, which sounded feminine to Aang, spoke in a soft, gentle tone.
The airbender didn't know what to answer to that… The Avatars had heard him, but wereseriously discussing it? How was that any help at all! They had heard him… And had decided to wait.
They had not wanted to help him.
Spirits… He didn't know what hurt more. That his own previous lives were not interested in their actual, current life… Or that they had disregarded him that easily…
"Roku spoke up for you. As did Kuruk, Wan and so many others… There were still some refusing you access to the Avatar State. As a last resort, the people in favour of helping you suggested to ask me directly. And I say… You are right. And you have nothing to fear, of course, we will help you."
The voice in the dark faded into nothing, and the stars above him abruptly approached. His surroundings suddenly stopped spinning, and Aang found himself in front of a swirling, nearly transparent pathway, towards… Oh Spirits… He recognized this place.
Taking a hesitant step, the shadow at the end seemed to… nod? Another step… And another… As he approached his own rather enormous shadows, he felt his finger tingle, as if he had kept them still too long, and was suddenly moving them… And with each step he took, the sensation became stronger. Another step…
Closing his eyes, he suddenly heard a cacophony of voices, stopping abruptly as if they realized he was there now.
I see Raava saw fit to grant you access.
Roku's voice… Spirits, they had listened…
Reopening his eyes, he saw rocks, tinged with a white and orange glow. The air smelled of smoke, ash and sulphur, and Aang knew where he was. His rocky hiding place had collapsed upon him, and the orange glow was from the sky above him, and the flames around him. But the white one…
Oh, Spirits above and below, he knew what that was.
And for once, just for once… he was thanking anyone who would listen to be in the Avatar State.
"Come out, boy, and meet…" Lifting his head, Aang felt the rocks slide of his skin, and he met the ember eyes of Ozai, whose hateful look suddenly changed into something curious. And then, sudden realization. And finally, they settled on an emotion the airbender hated seeing… fear.
A hand filled with flames appeared onto Aang's left, and quickly holding his own hand up, he deflected the fire upwards. The energy coursing through his veins was enough to make him forget the wound in his leg, the uncountable burns and cuts… All was forgotten. He was in control… Spirits, they had really made him a fully realized Avatar… Mastering all four elements, and to be in control of the Avatar State…
Pushing Ozai away with an air current, he was surprised at seeing the strength of it. He had meant to force the Fire Lord some steps back… but instead of a few feet, the man flew nearly hundreds of yards into the rock formation.
Oh, he'll survive… yet. Roughing him up a bit before exacting justice is not a crime…
The voice sounded a lot like Toph.
Without exactly thinking about it, Aang pulled the air around him into a tight airshield, forming a sort of compact ball around himself. If Ozai wanted to attack him, he would be protected from all sides… Even his back. He knew how the Royal Family operated… And he didn't really fancy being in a coma for three weeks once more.
Seeing the Fire Lord stand up, clearly dazed and confused, the airbender realized that to fight Ozai, he needed to at least have something to fight with. And he refused to use airbending once more as an offensive weapon. No more.
Looking up to the comet, he couldn't help but smile. Spirits… What was wrong with him?
Fire spewed out of his hands, his feet and his mouth. And he pulled the flames, tinged with orange, green and blue, around himself in a band just a hand width large. Aang felt the heat radiating from it, but at the same time, it was of no consequence… Lifting his hand as a fist, rock as big as a house flew up, uprooting the pillars on the edge of the rock formation. Clenching his fingers in a tight fist, the rocks grew smaller, and he could feel or the cracks and dents disappear from the smooth surface, making them into balls of pure earth. As he bend them in a wind current around himself, the airbender glanced to the water.
Lifting his arm towards it, he felt the soft and gentle push and pull he had always associated with the soft and gentle words Katara spoke. The water lifted without any force from the ocean, and he took just a bit to make a water band around himself. The rest, he dropped on the burning dunes, making the sand hiss and crack as it cooled down immediately. Turning his attention back to the Fire Lord, Aang saw the man shake his head, as if to dispel the shock of the impact.
Ozai saw him coming, and assumed a firebending stance, but before he could do anything, the airbender hurled himself, the airshield, the bands of water, fire and earth towards the man and hit him. Pushing the Fire Lord upwards, Aang knew that the only way to stop the man was to incapacitate him…
Just kill him!
No.
No. He would not kill Ozai. Enough of the killing. Enough suffering. It should end, Aang agreed. But he would try and end it his way.
As they flew above the rock formation, flames appeared and Ozai suddenly changed direction, apparently having found his concentration. The airbender stopped and hovered above the pillars, looking around to see the Fire Lord, pushed by his firebending, zigzag between the rocky columns. The rocks that were swirling around Aang stopped, and the airbender pulled one from the current. Clenching his fist with the glowing arrow, the rock flew into dozens and dozens of smaller pieces. Loosening his fist towards where the Fire Lord was fleeing, the pieces flew towards him at a high speed.
It was as if his mind and body were separated… In his thoughts, Aang was horrified to see that each projectile hit the ground with the force of a camelephant, causing dust to spring up in great pillars… And he could still feel his muscles respond to every little desire, clenched and ready to unleash some unspoken horror upon the Fire Lord…
But still, he continued. Now, or never. It had always been supposed to be like this. Everyone had told him to be able to beat Ozai, he would need the Avatar State. And here it was. Scanning his surroundings, he spotted the man running as fast as possible, aided by some firebending. Running away from him..
No mercy! Kill him and be the Avatar that saved the world!
The voices in his head were becoming rather urgent, as if they sensed his hesitation.
Tucking away his reservations, Aang put all his concentration back on Ozai. Seeing the man trying to reach the safety of the rock formations taller inner parts, the airbender balled a fist towards the pillars. A loud crack could be heard, echoing over the dunes. The columns fell, blocking the Fire Lord's way. Pushing the air behind him, Aang hurled himself forward. As Ozai disappeared behind one of the bigger columns, the airbender hesitated for a moment between left or right, to get to him.
Oh, just go through it.
Looking at the thick rocks, he smiled that grin he hated so much, the one he had been growing to associate with the crueller parts of the Avatar State… But still, he pushed the airshield around him in a straight line. A line that went clean through the rock pillar. Just beneath him, a wave of fire appeared and engulfed him, but Aang just move a hand and air currents redirected the flames.
Enough.
Suddenly, a surge of energy made him forget his restraint. Pushing himself straight down, to where the flames were coming from, Aang saw the fire stop suddenly, and frightened ember eyes were just a few feet away. The Fire Lord managed to get out of the way before the airbender hit the ground, creating a small crater. Looking up, the edges of his vision had become blurry by the pure adrenaline that was coursing through his veins now.
Stop Ozai. Enough was enough. The man was flying away, helped by his firebending. And Aang followed.
Ozai shot flames towards him, but Aang just created a shield by bending two pillars against each other. As soon as he sensed the flames hitting the rock, the airbender pushed his hand forward, hurling the great pillars towards the Fire Lord. His blood was drumming inside his ears, but he continued. Three distinct flames appeared from each direction, but Aang bend water and air towards it, changing the great orange flames into steam and smoke.
Ozai was cornered. Just stopping for a second, Aang let the Fire Lord escape past him. Still smiling, the Avatar followed, knowing he was now just toying with his victim. Enough was enough. As Ozai was crisscrossing through the rock formation, Aang just followed him closely, bending away the flames as they appeared, and flying in a straight line through pillars and rocks.
Suddenly, Ozai appeared back into his vision, fleeing as fast as possible towards the dunes. The airbender saw the mistake. The Fire Lord had gone into the open and had no place to hide. Extending his arm towards the man running over the vitrified sand, Aang send a tendril of water towards the Fire Lord.
Fire has to yield to water.
Turning his fingers in a circling motion, the airbender let the water slowly grab Ozai. Let him fear the bending arts he had tried to suppress. Closing his fingers into a fist, Aang pulled the Fire lord back towards him, back towards the rock formation.
Back to justice.
Slamming the man hard into the pillar standing slightly apart from the rest, a single column in the dunes, he hovered towards the upper side of the pillar. There, he deposited Ozai and looked at the man who lay on his back.
Such a small, insignificant human being. One responsible for so much suffering. This was the man that had ordered the deaths of thousands, who had pushed further and further into the Earth Kingdom. The man who had given the orders to use any mean necessary to subdue the earthbenders. This was the person who had scarred his own son, his flesh and blood. This was not a man. This was a monster that had been bred to be the instrument of destruction.
And to stop such things… you had to remove the instruments to inflict pain.
Remove Ozai.
Lifting both his arms in a straight line, Aang bend the rocks around the Fire Lord's hands and feet. He felt a soft pressure against the rock, as Ozai tried to firebend his way out of this prison, but Aang hardened the rock. He was not going to escape. No more.
"Fire Lord Ozai." His voice rang with the echoes of hundreds and thousands of other voices, "You and your forebearers have devastated the delicate balance of this world. For this, you shall pay the ultimate price."
With that, without really thinking about it, Aang hardened an air current, bending water, fire and earth around it, and made a point of the hottest flames, froze the water into a small ice spike and pulled the rocks to make sharp fragments. And pointed directly at Ozai's chest.
He pulled his hand down. Let it end today.
Soft grey eyes. Grey eyes specked with small brown spots, looking at him in a gentle, soft way. He didn't hear the voice that had always accompanied those gentle eyes. But the Avatar knew what was said… Aang, don't do it, you will regret it for the rest of your life.
Silver eyes, so much like his own, just shaking her head slightly… No, my sweet little brother… it isn't worth it.
Ember eyes, the voice of his old friend resounding in the air… Aang, my dear Hot Man… This isn't who you are.
Blue eyes… Like the ocean, holding the world and so full of promise… Eyes he had always loved, even when he had not known them, or known what love was… My love… You will never be able to forgive yourself.
The hold of the Avatars of old suddenly slackened, and Aang felt the energy surging through him change. There was still so much raw power, but at the same time, he began to feel the wound in his leg once more, and the noise around them suddenly sounded so loud. There were cries in the air, coming from the forest to their north. The rushing of fire and destruction. And the soft cry for help coming from the man in front of him.
Immediately releasing his hand and the hold he had on the elements, Aang saw that the water and earth fell down on the Fire Lord, as the fire disappeared into a puff of smoke and the air flew freely, released from his hold. The earthen shackles around the hands and feet of Ozai fell away. Softly landing on the pillar, not far from the confused Fire Lord, the airbender observed his own hand, where the blue arrow stopped glowing.
Seriously? We help you and you decide to stop? Ungratefu-
"Enough. There has been enough death and destruction. I won't end it like this!" Looking at Ozai, Aang felt ashamed. The Fire Lord had lost a few teeth, probably from his punch at the beginning of the fight. There were angry red spots all over the man's torso, cuts and bruises all over his skin. There was blood… He had done all that. He had hurt a human being so much that there was a physical trace of it…
Everything the monks had taught him not to do.
Aang turned his back to the man who was slowly pulling himself up, so that he could sit on his knees. It was rather… humbling? To see what he was capable of, without any effort… The Avatars had said he was in full control, but it had felt… as if someone else had been guiding his hand, removing all traces of humanity from him.
"E-Even… Even with all the power in the world! You are still weak!" The Fire Lord hissed. Aang gritted his teeth, knowing that the best way to answer was to ignore the insult. This wasn't weakness. This was strength. The strength to show mercy to a nation that had cost him so much. That had cost him his life as he had known it. Mercy to a nation that had killed millions, had plundered countless homes and cities.
This wasn't weakness. This was the way forward. He wasn't showing pity towards the Fire Lord, but towards what the man represented. No more killing. No more violence. From this day, there would be peace, in spite of what men such as Ozai wanted. The Fire Nation had been permitted to terrorize the world for a century. Let peace and kindness reign from now on.
Closing his eyes, the airbender let his senses go through the earth and suddenly realized that the Fire Lord was moving. Moving fast. He sensed that the man was straightening, pointing an arm towards him in a stance he recognized as a basic firebending gesture. Quickly turning around, Aang stomped his foot down and let an earthen spike shoot out of the ground. The rock closed around the flame engulfed fist of Ozai. The ember eyes looked at him with pure hatred, as another hand was lifted into Aang's vision. Quickly bending the ground upwards, he did the same to that hand.
Pulling the earthen shackles down, he forced the Fire Lord onto his knees.
Looking into the ember eyes that looked so much like Zuko's, Aang suddenly understood. Pure of heart… It didn't mean being perfect. He was far from perfect. He had been selfish, he had caused suffering and pain… But he had always tried to avoid it. And if he didn't try to do the same here, he was indeed a selfish man.
Maybe he wasn't pure of heart… But he was surely purer than Ozai. That, Aang hoped at least.
Ramming his index finger and thumb against the forehead of the Fire Lord, he tried to do what the Lion Turle had shown him. Letting all his concentration and energy flow towards the Fire Lord in front of him, Aang tried to feel the thoughts of the man. As his chi felt its way through his arm, Aang sensed a dark presence. Oh… so dark.
It felt like a block of negative energy, swirling in front of him. Immensely powerful and stubborn, but evil. There was not a good thing inside of that… Thing. No. That person.
Feeling his way around the dark energy, he lifted his head towards the sky, seeing the comet burn through the sky. There was no crack, no chink through which he supposed he could get in that dark block. No way inside…
The lion turtle had warned him… If such a person existed, he would need to force his way into the core of its being. And he didn't feel sure, or even remotely sure, that he would be capable of doing that…
Suddenly, the dark energy lunged at him, enveloping his own being.
Zuko on his knees, weeping and begging for mercy.
A hand above the nose of an old man, checking for his breath. Triumphant feelings soaring through him.
A woman, weeping in the corner of a bedroom.
The typhoon of memories attacked his own, corrupting and mowing at the core of his own being. There were more flashed passing in front of his eyes, of things he didn't understand, or refusing to understand… But there was so much evil in those memories. Until now, the airbender had felt quite sure that Ozai was the result of his own upbringing, not evil because he was, but evil because tradition and education demanded it of him.
But seeing this... no. This was not a man that could call himself humane. This was a man who had killed, abused and maimed people… physically and emotionally…
To bend another's energy… Your own spirit must be unbendable… or you shall be corrupted and destroyed.
Aang felt his own resolve break under such assaults. There was too much pain and suffering in that dark energy, and horrible joy at having been the cause of all that despair. Ozai was a monster. A monster that had taken pleasure at hurting people…
Something you have never done. Something you would never do.
The joy felt… palpable. If he just extended his hand towards it, it felt so good…
My love… our choices make us evil. And you would never choose such horrors. Everyone knows this… It is time you yourself realized. You are the strongest, kindest person there is. Don't let hate and evil corrupt such a pure heart…
You have always been worthy… please, don't let this destroy you…
The words swirled through his mind, as the dark energy around him slackened just slightly.
Gyatso… Jinora… Bumi… Kuzon… Appa… Momo… Sokka… Toph… Suki… Zuko…
Mother… Father…
Flashes of an Air Temple, high in the mountains. Sky Bisons soaring through the sky.
The lopsided grin of Jinora as she posed for the mosaic of the Western Air Temple.
Katara…
That soft laugh as they danced through the cave… The gentle touch of her fingers to sooth him when he found out what had happened to his people… And those eyes, staring into his own, with such love and kindness…
The evil energy around him retreated, and Aang pushed back. Back against the force that had tried to destroy all of that. In that dark being, a small crack appeared, and the airbender forced his energy through that place. Inside, there was something that felt like a small flame, burning brightly inside the evil being.
Extending his chi towards it, Aang touched that flame and felt it burn against his own energy. As he touched that flame, he felt it waver… And as he pulled his chi around it, Aang knew what to do. As he concentrated on it, the fire suddenly snuffed out. The dark energy wavered and shuddered, as the airbender pulled out of that pure evil being…
Opening his eyes, Aang saw his arms tremble and a soft blue light die down in the sky. The comet still soared through the sky, but… But for some reason, the airbender felt calm… Calmer than he had felt since starting this fight… There was nothing to fear anymore…
Releasing the Fire Lord from his grip, Aang staggered sideways, as Ozai fell down, catching himself with his hands. The man lifted an arm, but nothing happened…
"W-what… What did you do to me?" The man whispered, sounding so horribly weak.
"I… I took away your firebending. You can't use it to hurt or threatening anyone, ever again." Aang answered, realizing what this meant…
He… had defeated the Fire Lord…
He… Had defeated Ozai, without killing him… Aang had won…
The Hundred Years War… he had won… Aang had won the fight that would decide the war… Yes, the comet still flew in the sky, but the man that would have burned the Earth Kingdom lay harmlessly in front of him. Lifting his head towards the horizon, seeing several airships burning, with the forest of Wulong in flames…
Stepping forward, the airbender inhaled deeply, searching deep within him for the power he had felt in the Avatar State. As he touched that raw, burning energy, Aang heard a raucous, wild cheering…
Aang…
Roku's voice…
There is still much to do… But Agni and the Spirits… My sweet boy, we are so proud of you. You won…
The energy surged through him, and Aang lifted his hands towards the ocean in front of him. There was the gentle push and pull from the water, and raising his hands, he pulled the enormous body of water towards himself, enveloping the dunes and the forest.
Steam began to swirl upwards as the flames died down and, releasing his hold on the water, Aang watched the landscape of blackened sand, cracked stone and burned wood. So much destruction… But it was over… Over…
Falling down on his knees, he couldn't help but weep uncontrollably.
Finally… Finally… He could finally stop running. Aang realized that if everything had gone well for his friends on the airships… They would finally be able to live in peace. They would be able to restore the Fire Nation to what it was. He would be able to help the Southern Water Tribe… He could maybe even think about restoring the temples…
And Spirits… He could live in peace with Katara…
He could grow old with her…
Answers :
Jjsmith103: Of course, Sokka would keep an eye on Aang. Not only would it attract attention, but it is also someone he considers his little brother, fighting the most dangerous man on the planet. Of course, he would worry.
Alyssa : It was such a sweet moment to write!
