The southern air temple was old and cracked but still full of life, unseen figures darted to and fro- faceless but alive. Aang walked past Sokka who was tearing in to the carcass of Bosco- the murderer had a face covered in blood, gore and a goofy grin as he walked past.
"Everyone makes their choices." Aang's voice was full of resigned disappointment. The skeleton of Monk Gyatso stood at the top of the staircase with his arms crossed; shaking his head- Aang had been exceptionally tardy. The Avatar continued on with resigned sorrow.
"I'm not afraid anymore." As he entered the decaying hallway he saw Katara in a lustful embrace with Koh, the demon's eye constantly blinking between Haru, Sokka, Zuko, and her father before again plunging back down towards her willing face.
"Nothing lives forever." Aang's voice was full of resigned hatred. As he walked down the corridor, the yellow walls turned red, and lava dripped from the ceiling in steady globs. As the hallway ended it was no longer there; Aang stood on the edge of a volcano that was on the brink of eruption.
The girl's words came out of nowhere. "I love you." Azula walked up to the Avatar wearing an overly tight red leather combat suit, the skimpy outfit doing little to actually protect the wearer- her midriff and legs were fully exposed, her body dangerously close to spilling out of the meager coverings.
Her face was angelic; her long flowing hair was unbound and dancing in the wind. "Sure- but what's in it for me?" Aang's voice was harsh and indifferent. In a swift move he took Azula into his arms, her body fitting perfectly into his embrace- his lips joined with hers- the volcano behind them erupted and everything around the pair was set aflame.
As Aang reluctantly pulled away he saw Azula clutching her chest, blood spurting violently from the wound that he couldn't help but feel responsible for. He stared with resigned acceptance as she weakly coughed her final words with absolute adoration- "I'm playing with you."