"That's him, isn't it? The Avatar. Katara, thank you for bringing my father back to me. I never thought I'd see him again. I only wish there was some way..."
Losing the Earth Capital of Ba Sing Se to the enemy was indeed grim news. For a century the city became a beacon of hope for the resistance, a symbol of defiance against the invaders. But these reports of the huge occupation force destroying the great walls paled in comparison by rumors of the end of the young airbender, who died in the hands of the Fire Nation soldiers. He can see his father trying to reassure the other earthbenders that the information could be false, regardless of the fact that their own informant had been always reliable.
He stood up and left his group as fast as he could. He suddenly felt sick.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, dad." He heard the calm words, but he can see his father's worried expression on his already weary face.
"I know it's hard to take in. They are your friends…"
"The Avatar can't be dead." He did not know why… he really had no proof to back it up at all as he continued. "Katara is with him."
She would not let him die. He believed this with all his heart.
His father looked at him hard, before he allowed himself a wry smile. "Yes, you're right… she is a very capable person." He clapped his hands on his shoulder. "We will continue our raid as planned then. We won't let this deter our campaign. Come back to the meeting room once you're ready, alright?"
He nodded as his father left him briefly to his thoughts. He offered those thoughts of a safe journey for the Avatar and his companions, wherever they may be.