Loss
Iroh had lost many people in his life.
He lost his mother to a fever when he was ten and cried himself to sleep for months
He lost his wife to childbirth at thirty and drunk himself into a stupor for weeks
He lost his son to a foolish battle and wandered around in abject grief for days
He lost his father to a mysterious illness and had spoken to no one for hours
Yet, the ultimate betrayal came when he lost his nephew to evil, when he had forced to fight against him, to be willing to lose him by his own hands.
Time had no measure for such a pain.
Poor Iroh, I really feel for him! Four more drabbles remain!