Sometimes Zuko dreams of a child. His child. Clear amber eyes. A face untouched by worry or fears or betrayal or the gnawing, consuming doubt.

His own childhood was happy once.

Once.

It would be nice to imagine that he could create some sense of happiness and security again.

Zuko only trusts Mai.

Mai, who has remained by his side.

Beautiful, sharp-witted, faithful Mai.

He trusts Mai.

It takes all of his courage to ask her the question.