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Aang’s hands were tight fists, his blue arrows bright white, and he was surrounded by a whipping blast of wind. He began to rise from the ground.
“Aang! No! They aren’t worth it!” Katara took a step forward, reaching to pull him down, but he was just out of reach.
Suddenly, Aang’s head turned left, his white eyes focused on Zuko who had clasped his wrist.
“It’s okay, Aang. We’ll figure this out. You don’t need to fight them like this.”
His arrows faded to blue as Aang sunk down to Zuko. His spirit calmed by his other, other half.