Zuko heaves a heavy sigh, turning a defused glance to the Avatar.
"You're right," he says simply, tone deflated, a scowl tugging his lips. This was a lot for him. But— truth be told, probably more for Aang, who, uh, just found himself spirited away. And now it's about Zuko. Surprise, surprise.
"I'm sorry, Aang— ...Uh, thanks for being honest."
What else is he supposed to say? He shouldn't say anything more, himself. This was a start to many conversations with Azula, and one he'd have to pick back up with Aang afterward, that much is certain. He wants his truth as a measuring stick. But it was a family matter first.
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"You're right," he says simply, tone deflated, a scowl tugging his lips. This was a lot for him. But— truth be told, probably more for Aang, who, uh, just found himself spirited away. And now it's about Zuko. Surprise, surprise.
"I'm sorry, Aang— ...Uh, thanks for being honest."
What else is he supposed to say? He shouldn't say anything more, himself. This was a start to many conversations with Azula, and one he'd have to pick back up with Aang afterward, that much is certain. He wants his truth as a measuring stick. But it was a family matter first.