These ten are really varied. We go from angst to cute to more angst.

61. Okay, so who else was confused when at the beginning of Sozin's Comet (the day after the Gaang saw the play), Katara and Aang went from ruined friendship to acting like nothing happened? And then they go to yelling at each other. I give some explanation.

63. The Agni Kai between Zuko and Azula was one of the most intense moments of the whole show, in my opinion. Man, just thinking about it gives me shivers…

66. Koh: scariest thing ever. That makeup could rival Ledger's Joker's. Poor Avatar Kuruk :(

68. Does anyone remember The Boy in the Iceberg? The very beginning of it all? Anyone else remember how a twelve-year-old who hadn't moved in a century just picked up a girl much taller than him and carried her more than a hundred feet down an exploding ship? Anyone else impressed?

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061. Behind

He expected it. The next morning, when she slowly walked over to him, looking down.

"Listen, Aang, about last night—"

"What about last night?" He knew it. She was going to try and apologize, to explain herself. She didn't deserve it. What good would a fake apology do? He was ripped in pieces. He didn't care what her excuse was. "You don't have to say anything, Katara. I said something I shouldn't have. I'm sorry I put you on the spot. But it doesn't matter." He gave a smile that almost looked like a grimace. "Let's just put it behind us, alright?"

She looked confused, almost scared. "Really, Aang, I am sorry. I shouldn't have—"

He patted her shoulder (a friendly pat on the shoulder). "It doesn't matter, Katara. I'll get over…it."

Now it was his turn to walk away and leave her broken.

062. Eyes

Cloudy gray met brilliant blue, and the connection triggered something more powerful than a storm at sea.

063. Hide

The roar of fire filled the air, heat searing her face. Katara crouched behind the pillar, holding her ears and praying Zuko was right, that Azula was off, and she could use this to beat her.

Because Zuko, immobile on the ground, couldn't help her now.

Katara stayed in the shadows, thoughts racing. Don't see me don't see me I need time I need to think. How had this gone so wrong? She almost felt like cursing Zuko, even though he was dying because of her. We were supposed to take her on together! This shouldn't have happened! We should all have faced this together—

Aang. Even now, she had no idea where he was, if he had even returned from his disappearance last night. The last she'd seen of him, she had been screaming in his face. And now…

She covered her head, shielding herself from the white-hot blasts from Azula.

And now she might never see him again.

She had to survive. For him. Looking up, Katara saw a coil of chains on the door, and her brain kicked into gear. Leaving the refuge of the pillar, she ran for them, and turned to face the monster of a girl behind her.

"There you are, filthy peasant!"

064. Games

Sokka felt like he had dropped out of the sky into another dimension. That was his sister? That girl who giggled and blushed and danced and went penguin sledding and had snow fights and smiled even in her sleep? That girl who acted more like five years old than seventeen? Where had the bossy, responsible, uptight Katara he had known his entire life gone to? She couldn't be that girl, the one currently laughing while attempting to tackle her boyfriend in a snowdrift.

Instead, her boyfriend changed sides, and tackled her into the snowdrift. The Katara Sokka knew would've water-whipped the guy in the head, but this girl only laughed harder as she went down. They were both laughing, pelting each other with snow in a small waterbending duel.

Unbelievably, in this strange dimension, Katara was having fun. Sokka couldn't remember the last time she'd smiled like that. Or…giggled. It was kind of weird, but…

Her boyfriend stopped his snowball defense long enough to lean in and plant a light kiss on her lips. Katara dropped everything at once, grinning as she leaned her forehead on his tattooed one, just gazing at him and looking so completely, utterly happy.

Sokka was at least satisfied that in whatever dimension this was, the spirits had done something right with this pairing.

065. Arms

They were wiry muscle, strong at the shoulder, blue lines curling around the elbow, defined along the forearm.

But she loved his hands the most. They were chafed along the knuckles from punches to boulders, calloused in the joints from gripping his staff, scaly in the palms where they'd felt the heat from fireblasts, soft at the fingertips from the healing touch of water, and always, always, warm in hers.

066. Remember

It happened sometimes. In his sleep, he would unconsciously drift into the Spirit State, reliving a past life. This time he woke up gasping when he finally reentered his body.

That memory had been horrible. Unspeakable. Even more terrible was the pain he felt from it, the pain he had lived eight hundred years ago. The pain of seeing the body, motionless and blank among others on the earthen floor, while the great, coiling form reared in front of him, revealing the beautiful face that now spoke with a voice that wasn't hers, mocking him with a cruel laugh.

He shivered and curled closer to the woman beside him, wrapping his arms around her to feel her even heartbeat against his. She was asleep, but he whispered in her ear anyway, "I shall never let you be taken from me again."

067. Imagine

When she was little, she pictured the man she would marry a tall, handsome warrior, coming home from war. Or he would be a noble, strong, earthbending soldier she would meet when the armies sometimes came to trade.

At twelve, Aang did not remotely resemble either of these images.

At fifteen, he still didn't look like a Water Tribe warrior or a muscle-packed earthbender, and never would.

But he had gotten shockingly tall. And handsome.

And Katara started to picture a different looking husband.

068. Carry Me With You

Katara had no idea how much she weighed, but at a good head shorter than her Aang had easily just swept her off her feet, airbending them safely down from an exploding Fire Navy ship.

Now that she thought about it, Sokka had tried that once with her and had fallen over from the weight.

And Sokka hadn't gripped her so tightly, either, she remembered, blushing unconsciously. And she hadn't held on to Sokka that securely.

Katara briefly wondered what both boys would think if she asked Aang to pick her up again, just to compare…

069. Worth

It was only until she came so close to losing him did she realize she couldn't possibly go on without him.

070. Casual

Aang was finding it extremely difficult to just sit there and not do anything, but Zuko would assign him a death sentence if he saw him pick Katara up and make out with her in front of the entire council assembled for a peace conference.

It got worse because she kept looking across the table at him like that, with that smile and that glint in her eye…

He clenched the glass in his left fist harder. Stay seated stay seated damn she had to go and wear a new dress stay seated damn it…