"We're going to Ba Sing Se?" Zuko asks after nearly eighteen straight hours of travel.
"Your uncle's somewhere beyond the wall," June calls out to us. "Nyla's getting twitchy, so he can't be too far. Good luck." She snaps Nyla's reins and takes off opposite the city's wall.
"It's been a long day," I turn to the group. "Let's camp and start our search again at dawn?"
"Sounds good."
"I'm tired."
"Good night!"
You must be decisive…
I look around; no one could have said those words, they were already asleep. And I surely never heard that voice before. It kind of sounded like my grandfather: calm, collected, and wise. Whatever, I think as I lean against Zuko for some rest. I'll figure it out tomorrow.