Castles in the Sky
"Do you think Aang's going to be able to save the world?" Toph asked, as Zuko practiced with his sword. It was a few days away from Sozin's comet and Aang's current plan was just give all he had and hope for the best. "Or should we prepare for plan three?"
"I don't know. It's his destiny," Zuko replied. He was going to trust the Avatar. "I guess destiny just has to work out, someway or another. My uncle used to say that if one follows one's heart, one will reach the right place," he answered, backing into another set of movements.
"Your uncle is really smart. But sometimes, I think all that mystic stuff is all castles in the sky," Toph said, her voice growing harder. "I prefer my feet on solid ground."
"I used to think that way. But...if I hadn't have been banished, I'd never knew the truth about the war. I'd never realize that my father was a monster who didn't care about anyone but himself. And I wouldn't know you," he said, his voice growing a little more soft.
"Well, that would have been a definite tragedy," Toph said, turning away slightly for some reason. Zuko wasn't sure why, but for some reason, he knew she was happy. He was glad. She was a real special little kid. "Because, you need me."