It's not as though I do this to myself on purpose. She thought back picking up on Nima's distress. No in fact the one soul flicker of hope she had was that some day she could feel the confidence and power she once commanded. But that longing too was fleeting and shared and the gears in her head were spinning furiously. Suspicion burned as Nima suggested the logical thing to do. "Oh how convenient, and while I'm there he can strip away my fire bending and return me to my cell. It would be a very accomplished day." She spat working herself up into a furious pace now.

At least in this tiny windowless box I can hope to sleep without fear of being murdered. Though the irony was not lost on her that she spent each night in a different tiny dark room.