Ghost
Hers was a face he never thought he would see again. So much about her had remained the same. She was still beautiful, still poised, still thoughtful, still passionate. But her eyes weren't as kind as he remembered; it wasn't quite hate he saw there, but there was a fire and an anger waiting just under the surface.
"Ursa…"
"Ozai."
She was holding the lunch tray and her words were clipped. She looked over him, made him ashamed of his appearance.
"You were my good luck charm," he said quietly.
She sighed sadly, but at least she didn't look away.
A/N: Who else thinks Ursa and Ozai must have a horrendously complicated relationship?