I don't think my father's ever really loved anything. Except power, probably.
But I thought--
I still wanted--
[The very thing he's certain now Ozai had never given anyone, not even Azula despite all his fondness for her. A man like that wasn't capable. It was all in selfishness; all people were pawns, even his own family. Zuko knows that now, very well-- but it still hurts.
Sometimes, he still wishes Aang had killed him. But Aang could never do that. And, in the end, neither could Zuko.
He interrupts himself with a wordless, raw cry, and it's a good thing he had the sense to turn away from Jace because the wall in front of him is now adorned with a good-sized, blackened circle of burnt wood.]
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I don't think my father's ever really loved anything. Except power, probably.
But I thought--
I still wanted--
[The very thing he's certain now Ozai had never given anyone, not even Azula despite all his fondness for her. A man like that wasn't capable. It was all in selfishness; all people were pawns, even his own family. Zuko knows that now, very well-- but it still hurts.
Sometimes, he still wishes Aang had killed him. But Aang could never do that. And, in the end, neither could Zuko.
He interrupts himself with a wordless, raw cry, and it's a good thing he had the sense to turn away from Jace because the wall in front of him is now adorned with a good-sized, blackened circle of burnt wood.]