Aang looks up at me, eager and happy. "Did I do it right?
The form that took me months of endless trying to perform correctly, took me years to master with any reasonable level of skill, preformed effortlessly after only two weeks' learning…
Why are you so far behind your sister? She's nearly two years younger than you…
No wonder your own father won't let you firebend where others might see…
Shouldn't you have learned this by now?
Why can't you be better?
He's embarrassed of you…
Why can't you be stronger – more like Azula?
"Good job," I tell him.