The temple was empty.
In fact, it was immediately clear that it had been deserted for a long time.
For a while, Aang held out hope, but eventually his voice trailed off into a downcast expression and a heavy sigh. "This place used to be full of monks and lemurs and bison," he murmured sadly. "Now there's just a bunch of weeds."
Sokka didn't know Aang too well, but at that moment something kicked in – some kind of protective, brotherly instinct – a sudden, desperate urge to make Aang smile.
"So," he said desperately, "uh . . . this airball game?"