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It’s only when the Fire Sages are completely out of sight, Azula in tow, that Zuko exhales. He slumps involuntarily into Katara and of course she’s ready to catch him, as if she’s been expecting this all along.
“I’m fine,” Zuko pants, even though his legs aren’t quite cooperating. “Sorry. Just dizzy. That’s all.”
Katara’s not buying it. “You really need to lie down.”
“Just—just for a few minutes,” he concedes, and maybe he should’ve put up more of a fight, because judging by Katara’s face, actually agreeing to rest might be the most worrying sign he could’ve given her.
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“It’s a piece of history,” He argued and she was, as always, shocked at the rolling gravel that flowed quietly from his mouth, “We must preserve it.”
And Mae, who’d spent hours scrubbing the ghost of bloodied fingerprints from her brushes and days willing the scratch of pen to paper to drown out the sound of the Fire Princess's wailing; had looked at the child clutching ruined parchment to his chest and suddenly understood like a punch to the jaw why Prince Iroh had to be physically restrained from murdering his brother in cold blood.Or
The early days of Firelord Zuko's reign as described by his Royal Stenographer.
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After the Blue Spirit frees the Avatar from the Pohuai Stronghold, Admiral Zhao captures Prince Zuko under suspicion of treason. Isolated from his Uncle and his crew, Zuko has only one ally: the chatty prisoner one cell over.
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- Part 1 of Birds of a Phoenix Feather
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Hakoda kills a Southern Raider. This backfires spectacularly. Zuko is just trying to keep four kids from dying while not being a traitor to his nation. Toph is concerned. Sokka finds himself rethinking everything he had previously considered the norm.
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Kuei orders all of the Fire Nation out of Ba Sing Se after Azula fails her coup. This has wider ramifications than he thought.
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The man’s voice once again broke him from his thoughts; “In my dreams I see them tortured by Fire Nation soldiers. I see my entire culture wiped from the South, our footprint upon the ice shelves gone as though we never existed, our connection with the spirits and our ancestors forgotten.” He was silent for the briefest of moments, then, “You’re Fire Nation, aren’t you?”
Zuko rolled onto his side, facing the wall, scar pressed into the arm that cushioned his head. “Once, maybe.”
“Answer me this, then; when will this war see it's end?”
Zuko, recalling the fire that had burned in Azula’s sunlit gaze the day she’d caught up to him, chose not to respond.