Zuko turns his head to watch Helena as she jogs over to him, his lips curving upward into a small smile. "Hey," he says, a little of his lingering anger dissipating at her arrival. "Yeah, I'm all right. Sore, but it'll heal." And leave another scar as a memory.
"I guess it depends on what your definition of a good story is," Zuko says with a wry smile as he sits down next to her, moving a little stiffer than usual in an effort to not stretch out his wound. He's taking enough chances in ITF as it is with the thing, or at least as much as Captain Thrace will allow. "It happened during a sparring match. And it wasn't an accident."
"I don't know," Zuko admits, glancing at Helena before gazing out at the horizon. "I didn't really give him a chance to explain. And I haven't spoken to him since."
"'A bit of a misunderstanding' is an understatement," replies Zuko harshly, his anger flaring. "He told me it looked good on me, Helena. Who says that to someone?"
Zuko looks over at Helena, the anger clearly written on his face. "I thought he was my friend," he says in a low, slightly shaky voice. "I don't know why he thinks I would have wanted this."
"No, not really," Zuko agrees after a moment's pause. He knows he's going to be feeling the effects of this long after all that's left to mark it is the scar across his chest. "I've been avoiding him ever since it happened. I'm pretty sure if I saw him right now I'd just end up punching him."
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