![]() He listened closely, not moving a muscle and barely breathing. Zuko woke up, all at once on guard but unsure against what. He fell into a fitful sleep, haunted by dreams of his father. That still did not make Zuko feel much better about what had to be done. He could not rectify the two sides of the man, but he realized he had been less father and more monster to him for most of his life. He had spent most of his youth trying to earn his father's love now he was plotting to kill him. He knew this with a grim certainty but also with a mixture of emotions. It was time to make his uncle proud instead of his father.Īh, his father. He had betrayed him and he knew that was unforgiveable, but maybe he could redeem himself a little bit by finally doing what he was supposed to all along. He felt a mixture of pain and yearning when he thought of his Uncle. Instead he warmed himself up with his breath as Uncle Iroh had taught him one winter on the boat. He didn’t want to give them away, especially over something he did not even need. If he had followed the Avatar this easily, someone else could have done the same. He debated building a fire, but decided against it. Zuko used the basket of the deflated balloon for some shelter since he did not have a tent. Having no other choice, he decided to set up camp for the night. ![]() He had no idea how he was going to approach them, but he knew approaching any wary group at night was unwise. The sun set completely, closing off any options he may have had. And there were so many things that could go wrong. He would not trust someone who snuck up on him in the middle of the night. He briefly considered waiting until they were all asleep and sneaking in and trying to talk to the Avatar directly and alone, but he discarded the idea immediately. In the end, he knew approaching them directly and openly was the best way, but he had lost his nerve every time he went to do so. He could find food and try to use it as a peace offering. He could pretend he was going there to hide and act surprised that they were there. Then there were the other, crazier, ideas. He could be more direct and just walk up to them and be completely honest, but he had no idea what he would say. And of course they would be more careful about being followed. He could hide in the temple and wait for them to find him but they would probably think there was an ambush hidden elsewhere in the temple and leave. He had been pacing in the forest ever since he had landed, considering every possible way of approaching them as well as the consequences for each. Zuko paced at the cliff above the Western Air Temple where the Avatar's group was hiding.
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