"I don't think I can do this."
"Zuko—"
"What if she doesn't recognize me? Katara, what if—"
"Slow down, Zuko. Okay? Breathe."
"I'm not ready for this. I can't just tell her I'm her son!"
"That's fine. We'll take as long as you need."
"It's been almost eight years, Katara. She never came looking for me."
"We'll take eight more years if you need it."
"No, that's not it."
"What, then?"
"It's been eight years. What if she doesn't want me anymore?"
"Then—then we'll figure that out together. I'm with you, Zuko. Nothing is ever going to change that."