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Anyone who had seen Zuko in the past few days had inevitably seen him stalking the halls of the ship without end, his swords strapped in their sheath on his back, his perpetual scowl affixed securely on his face.

Torn from the Western Air Temple to a ship flying through the stars, farther from home than he'd ever believed a person could go . . . so many miles away from everything he knew that, for all he DID know, it would take him the rest of his life to get back . . .

If he ever got back at all.

Some destiny.

The prince of the Fire Nation stalked the halls like it was his job, eyes peeled for anything more unusual than . . . well, the usual unusual of the ship.

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She laughed. "That was funny but entirely in a way I don't think you intended."

It was said in a tone that suggested 'you're alright, though.'

"I like tea. The Wahidians--the people I was saying with for a while--they're nuts about it."

She gets a glare. Stop laughing at his fail, Leela, he knows you're doing it.

"Yeah, well, you'd probably get along with my uncle."

Actually, Iroh would probably love her and by this point would have already tricked him into going on a date with her. Ugh.

"What's he like?"

". . . more of a father to me than my own father was."

See how he's not looking at you again, Leela? You totally see that.

"And a big fan of tea. And senses of humor. Like I said, you'd like him."

He pauses before adding, "I think he'd like you, too. He likes most people." Another pause. "Especially girls with senses of humor."

"He sounds like...the exact opposite of my dad." She laughed. "Not that my dad's bad. He's just...not much with a sense of humor."

A shrug. "Least I know my dad won't miss me anymore than he did, though, with all this. I was already gone."

"Well he's pretty much the opposite of my dad, too."

Only, Zuko's dad IS actually a bad guy.

"I guess that's something I don't have to worry about either," he muses, casting his glance around the fleshy interior of the ship. "I don't know where my uncle is, so he probably won't know I've disapp-"

He clenches his teeth suddenly, as something occurs to him, and makes a short groan of frustration.

"He's going to think - aaaaugh." Cue a facepalm. "Oh that's just great."

"Think what?"

"Nothing. It doesn't concern you."

No, that was rude. That's not how you go making friends on a ship. Zuko can practically hear Iroh's voice admonishing him in the back of his head. He sighs.

"I'm sorry. I'm just . . . I did something a while back that . . . kind of put us on bad terms. By the time I finally decided to do the right thing . . . he'd disappeared."

He hangs his head. "I never got the chance to tell him I was wrong." Another pause. "Or to apologize him for not respecting him as my father the way I should have."

"Back in the Fire Nation, after I found out he'd left, I went to follow a new path - the right one - the one I think he'd be proud of me for choosing." He stares at his ship-skin-encased feet. "But now he'll just think I ran away or . . . died or something."

"Maybe. But he'll know better when you see him again. When we all get out of here."

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