Katara
I sit at Aang's bedside, praying to every spirit I can think of that he'll wake up soon. It's been weeks, long enough for even his hair to grow in since he's not shaving it every day, but he's hardly moved or made a sound. So I play nurse, I come in multiple times a day and conduct healing sessions, I bend him dry where he's soiled himself and when I need to I change his clothes to keep him clean. I tell him stories of our travels together and The Southern Water Tribe. I wait for him to open his eyes, but he never does. These are some of the darkest days of my life.
And it's Azula's fault. And Zuko's. Before, I tried to make myself hate him but I couldn't. Now, I don't even have to try. I don't care what his letter said, everything was a lie. He couldn't care about me in any way and put me through this now. And to think, I thought he had changed. I almost used my spirit water on him! Thank the spirits I didn't or Aang would be gone, and we'd never have a new Avatar.
And to think he used what he learned in our sparing matches to beat me when I had Azula finished! If not for him doing that with his Fire Whips to break my octopus, we would have won, the war wouldn't have been lost, and Aang wouldn't be on Death's door.
Everything the Fire Nation has done my entire life flashes in my mind, all the raids as a kid, my mother's death, my father leaving for years, Zuko chasing us all over the world, and now Aang.
Zuko chose his side. He never wavered from his side. And now I know for sure he's never going to change. He'd better believe Aang died and give up the hunt, because if he comes after us again, I'm going to use everything I know to kill him.