"Hey! You're a REAL airbender! You must be the Avatar! That's amazing! I've heard stories about you."
He was never the kind of person who took comfort in crying. Even as a child, he never cried over his inability to walk, never envied to those who could. When he figured that had he not gotten into that accident his father would not have encouraged him to fly, and the idea of him not loving the open sky was alien to him.
He never felt the emptiness or sadness of losing a mother, who died when he was too young to remember her, taking comfort with his living parent instead, as well as the community that now resides in the Northern Air Temple.
His father always taught him that the present was all that mattered, and he must make the best of it all.
But when his father quietly told him this afternoon that there were stories that Aang died on the day Ba Sing Se fell… Teo did not cry. Instead he immediately took solace in flying with his beloved glider chair, doing dangerous maneuvers as if possessed.
He formed a close bond with Aang on the day he came here and took comfort when the boy gave them his blessing for taking care of the abandoned temple. He also felt a sense of pride to be told that he had the spirit of an Airbender. Hearing the Avatar's tales of the monks, their way of life and their love for freedom, he felt a sense of longing, wishing he was born a hundred years earlier, and see those wonders for himself.
But now the Avatar was dead. And all that remains of the Air Nomads with him.
After exhausting himself in flight, he willed his chair to land roughly on the ground, removing his goggles from his eyes.
He was surprised to find it wet.