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Zuko -- or Li, the peasant formerly known as Prince Zuko -- emerged sometime ago from his room; he is smiling. Brightly.
It's the only bright thing about him, though; his hair is dull, his skin is wan and dry, and he is pulling on a large coat to cover that his clothing hangs a little looser. Bundled up, he walks out toward the lake, sits on a large stone by the lake...
He knows, knows he could not swim, not here and now. But it doesn't matter. The great gap in the ice is gone, but... he knows the Master Shark is too.
'ware your despair, he had said.
He knows he would be so much chum in the water, now. Doesn't stop him from smiling, even as he shivers -- shivers -- in his coat and stays in his seat.
He'll be dusted in white in no time.
It's the only bright thing about him, though; his hair is dull, his skin is wan and dry, and he is pulling on a large coat to cover that his clothing hangs a little looser. Bundled up, he walks out toward the lake, sits on a large stone by the lake...
He knows, knows he could not swim, not here and now. But it doesn't matter. The great gap in the ice is gone, but... he knows the Master Shark is too.
'ware your despair, he had said.
He knows he would be so much chum in the water, now. Doesn't stop him from smiling, even as he shivers -- shivers -- in his coat and stays in his seat.
He'll be dusted in white in no time.