This one's actually a one-shot: I never developed it into anything else. I think it's about Aang, though. He's... kind of the character I write about the most.
Somehow, we're going to win this war. We know it must be true. We do. We can't lose. We've thought of every possible solution and we cannot lose. We don't mean in the sense that it's impossible. There are, quite unfortunately, great odds stacked up against us. If we lose, though, we're dead. We don't have a chance. So.
It's not an impossible task, but it requires this meeting to go well. We've thought about it, and argued about it, and finally we've all come to an agreement: we have to make it work, but no amount of preparation can prepare us for this meeting. So, we'll go in and try to make it work. If it doesn't, we will find another way. We hope.
But what we actually hope is that we won't need to find a way. This should all go perfect, and if it does, the war's close to over. So we just need to be composed, and quiet, and all the right things, and it will go well. It will. He'll say the right things, and we'll make enough progress.
That's all we need. We're not expecting to win the war in one meeting. We just need… we just need progress. Just a little, tiny, insy bit. And we know this man isn't insane. We're closer to crazy than he is. He understands, or should understand, that this war is hurting his everything. If we can get him to just accept that, we'll be on the road to victory.
It makes us giddy with excitement. We've never been this close before. For the first time, we can almost taste the blood-ash-pain of our enemies as we triumphantly march past them. We can do this, if the meeting goes well.
And it will. We can feel it. It excites our blood and we can't stop moving moving moving because tomorrow can't come fast enough. When it does, we'll be there, and we'll be ready, and we'll say all the right things, and it'll be perfect. We'll be there. And then, eventually, we'll win.
And that's the most exciting part. They've walked down our streets, our blood clearly splattered in their red uniforms. They've given fancy speeches, our hard work clearly displayed in their earth gold water azure blue air red orange yellow everything - It's time for us to proudly display their blood as we march past them. It's time for us to show of their colors - black, for ash - as we speech in front of a group.
Even as we think about it, we want to move, to attack, to show them what we mean when we say that we will win this war. But we can't. Not yet. First, the meeting tomorrow. First that. We have to get this not-insane man to trust us. Once he does, we can show him just how much we trust him. We'll show him all the times treaties were broken, people were killed, families were destroyed, people were ruined, children were tortured, promises were turned into lies, and. We'll teach him to be more trustworthy next time, but first we need to
sit still because tomorrow is coming, and if we're like this, there's no way the meeting will go well. So. We breathe, and breathe some more, because we have to win this war. We will win this war. We can't afford to lose, not now, not when we're so close -
to vic tor y (we can taste it)