Romeo
By: Iroh's Tea Shoppe Girls
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Zuko agily dodged the young Water Tribe warrior. His normally well disciplined and skilled opponent was swinging wildly and almost blindly at him. It wasn't a very product way for the young man to try and kill him, the prince thought to himself. It was almost as if the boy's swings were dictated by uncontrolled anger than anything else. After the boy had been restrained, the prince was able to get out of him that Katara had killed herself. If it weren't for the guards holding Sokka back, Zuko would've let the grieving warrior kill him then and there.
With all the facial expressions of an uncracked eggshell, Prince Zuko left, only ordering that he not be disturbed.
The grief-stricken prince then went to his room, he grabbed a broadsword off of his display and looked at his own reflection in it. He had almost felt that the Blue Spirit was the goodness in him. While in its guise he had saved the Avatar from a life of torture. He had committed a deed good for the world, bad for those who were power hungry in his nation. Katara had been one of the only people he had met who could see the goodness in him.
Zuko felt it was appropriate that he bring himself out of this world with the weapon that almost symbolized his goodness. The old Zuko would've never considered killing himself, he used to be so obsessed with regaining his honor to his people. Over the years, isolation from his people made their opinions of him seem less and less important. Catching the Avatar now might restore his honor in the Fire Nation, but after he learned he had caused Katara to kill herself, he knew he could never regain his honor with himself.
The broadsword was old, it was a functional antique. Like its twin, it lacked a sheath. Zuko offered his torso to it as his sheath.