Katara regarded him. "I thought that. In fact, right before the sermon, I was already thinking that this particular religion sounded a little like someone I know back home. He didn't die, like your Jesus did, but people definitely thought he was dead, and the world seemed to be headed to a dark place. He didn't go around healing the sick, but he may as well have: people in my world were becoming sick of a war eating at them, and a hopelessness that was very real. What he was able to do for them, for me, was nothing short of a miracle, and I understood that."

Katara narrowed her eyes. "So before this conversation goes further, I want you to understand something. How I feel has nothing to do with my culture: it has everything to do with ME. I'm the one that kept in time with the Avatar, along with my brother. I'm the one that saw his compassion, a compassion I had too, and strived to understand like him. I'm also the one that helped him when even he was frustrated, when he felt lost even with a strength unrivaled by anything in my world. You could say he was the closest we have to a God, but he was to me a person who loved the world by being in it, living with it. Can you honestly say that the God in the sermon just given sounds like that, like a person who'd move from the mountain he watches from to be with the people he helped create? Can you say, from that story of Job, that he showed him compassion and love like you would your own neighbor?"

Katara realized she wasn't angry anymore. She'd been frustrated at the lack of parallel between Jesus, who she saw as Aang, and God: who she saw as another version of the past Firelords.