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“Father if you would just listen!” Zuko is shouting – at his father – and the air is so full of conduction that she can barely breathe. “She didn't steal your stupid precious lightning bolt!”
Ozai is staring her down and defensively she feels out for the water – the blood – that flows through his body ready to defend if he makes a move.
“It was Zhao.” She manages to speak – finally – and her words aren't as impressive as Zuko's but they're there. The girl at Ozai's side stares her down - it's her lightning in the air, not her father's. “Not Hakoda, Zhao.”