HE WAS LOVED
He loved his kind, but he left them. He hadn't meant to, but it happened and he couldn't change it.
He slept a hundred years. He failed his nation.
He found the girl he loved, he found the friends he needed. He put his enemies to an end. He brought peace to the world. He wasn't alone, he wasn't afraid; because his friends were there; his friends, his family. And they loved him like no one had ever.
He was loved in so many ways, by so many people and he could find no words to explain his gratitude; because, in his eyes, he did not save the world. They did. Their hope did.
PERFECT
His mother was taken away from him. His father couldn't take him along. He became the only grown Warrior of the Southern Water Tribe.
He found his friends; the Avatar, the blind girl and the Prince. He loved his sister, the greatest water bender in the world.
He loved the moon, he loved the Kyoshi warrior.
He was bearer of the black sword. He was the greatest warrior in the world. His life was nothing special, but he couldn't complain.
Everything, over time, became perfect.
SHE DIDN'T CARE
Her parents never understood her. They never loved her the way she needed them too. She was nothing but a burden upon there shoulders; that, or their toy.
Aang saved her. Katara showed her hope. Sokka stole her heart.
Zuko became her friend.
She was the Blind Bandit. She was the Avatar's Earthbending Master. She became a known legend. She became someone.
She was special. She was different. She was unique and odd. But she didn't care. Not one bit. Because they loved her, that was all that mattered.