Zuko felt it was all his fault. He should have done something. He should have seen the signs. But he didnt. He ignored them. And now, it was costing someones life. How could he be so foolish? How could he be so ignorant?
He paced his room, thinking about everything that happened in the past two years. Two years, was that all it was? It seemed a lot longer. Two years they had defeated Ozai, brought peace among the nations and Zuko had more stress from becoming Fire Lord and the duties that followed. And, within the past few months, Iroh had become ill. So ill, in fact, he had to be bedridden.
It drove Zuko crazy. He couldnt