"Well, here we are," Bumi croaked after another hour of walking to the camp. He Earth bends a rock out of our way to reveal a huge city of tents and smoking embers. "Welcome to Old People Camp!"
"Where…where is he?" Zuko asks the old men.
Piandao points to a tent in the middle, obviously of importance since all other tents are facing it. "Your uncle is in there, Prince Zuko."
As the others move off in search of an open spot, I follow Zuko to his uncle's tent. He collapses in front of it in defeat.
"Are you okay?" I place a hand on his shoulder.
"No, I'm not okay," he says to the grass. "My uncle hates me, I know it. He loved me and supported me in every way he could, and I still turned against him. How can I even face him?"
I kneel next to him. "Zuko, you're sorry for what you did, right?"
"More sorry than I've been about anything in my entire life."
"Then he'll forgive you." Zuko gives me a look of hopeful disbelief. "He will," I say again.
Zuko takes a deep breath and moves towards the tent.
"Do you want me to go with you?" I ask.
Zuko shakes his head. "No, this is something I have to do on my own."