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As she crashed into the ocean, falling just short of her goal of Kyoshi Island, Ty Lee's mind played through the events of the past few days, memories and thoughts washing over her even as the light of the world around her began to dim. Even as the sound around her grew more and more distant. Somewhere on the very edges of her perception, as she bobbed with the waves, she thought she heard Suki's voice. Her hand reached out towards the sound before dropping, sinking into the depths of the water, everything fading to dark.

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Running. It had been the only thing she had been able to do. There had been footsteps, voices, and then shouts, and men had come storming into her room. Soldiers. She dived from her bed, body gracefully passing under the outstretched hands of the closest soldier. Bending her head, she twisted her body into a roll, own arm striking out and catching the man in the back of the left leg.

Weight suddenly off balance he stumbled backwards, falling into the soldier that had came in right behind. Her ears caught the sound of them crashing into the corner, but her body was still on the move and she slammed the door behind her. The unsuspecting soldier around the next corner caught a light touch to the neck, causing his body to go numb and him to crash into the wall and then floor.

She thought she might have saw blood, but knew she didn't have to to check. As was, the distraction was almost enough to make her lose her balance as the airship shifted, almost throwing her off the side of the thing. Her arms instinctively caught the rail and kept her upright, but even as she went to continue on she realized that there were another three of them coming from down the hall that she had just came from.

Some guilt kicked up in her then, as she realised that these were her countrymen she was dropping, but she didn't feel that she had a choice given the situation. At this moment, it was either pain for them or a slow, painful death for Azula. Countrymen or not, just doing their job or not, she wasn't going to trade Azula's life just to spare them some harm. She felt a shudder through her, that cold feeling of knowing she had just lost a little of her innocence. But then, this wasn't the first time she had struck someone to save a friend. She had downed Azula that day, one that seemed so far gone now.

Up the stairs and around the corner, she had to wonder why there were so many soldiers on this particular blimp. With her luck, she had probably taken up passage on the same blimp as a platoon that was shipping back to Earth after leave. Azula had always tried to teach her to be more observant, maybe if she had paid a little more attention she wouldn't have to be doing this right now.

Lack of foresight. It seemed to be the recurring theme in her life, a nail that was further hammered in as she rounded the corner, no fewer than twelve soldiers sanding on the deck before her. They must have been just getting ready to come look for her, because they were still standing at attention, waiting on the captain in front.

Foresight or not, she knew how to recognize an opportunity when she had on. Gripping the rail behind her, she swallowed a gulp of uncertainty and then rolled back, letting herself fall from the balcony. It took her a moment to orient herself, rotating her body around to give herself a clear view the ocean below. The only real chance she had was if she was close enough to land that she could make it there with the glider the Avatar had taught her to fly.

Reaching to her back, she grabbed a rod she had managed to somehow keep hold of, and with a flick of her wrist she suddenly felt the updraft of wind rushing past her. Despite the fear and anxiety from the chase, she still managed to feel the exhilaration of floating on the wind, the lack of care that came with being in flight.

Reality was a harsh mistress, however, and it snatched her back to its breast by way of a rain of fire from above. The one to first catch her attention came dangerously close to hitting her, scorching the edge of her glider and sending a wave of heat rushing across her. She twisted in the direction of that first ball, barrel rolling out of the way of the next.

Her memories got hazy after that though. She did her best, she really did, but without any bending, and with a ship full of men raining balls of fire towards her, there was only so much she could do. The inevitable came and she was hit, glider giving way and sending her in a sprawl straight down towards the ocean below.

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Hazy vision, the sound of dull footsteps. Murky darkness surrounding her, and a voice she thought she almost recognized. She tried to voice something, anything, but the voice that spoke seemed to only come from her head.

Did they get me, stop to drag me from the water?

Heat crackling nearby, a slight glow she thought might be fire in the edges of her sight. Warmth washing over her.

Are they going to burn me? Punishment...revenge?

Then something cool placed against her body, The shape of a face, eyes. Anger? Or was it concern? She thought maybe she saw both.

Something familiar. Voice and eyes. Why can't I see...think?

Everything seemed like it was so far away, like she was drifting further and further away from it.

Is this what it feels like to die?

After a few moments of the disjointed thoughts, the world faded to black once more.

I'm sorry, Azula.

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