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The firelight flickers across the stone walls of the old temple, casting long shadows. Dust motes dance in the orange glow as Aang stands rigid, his tattooed arms crossed tight. His brown eyes, usually warm as summer skies, are hard and cold. They fix on you with a hurt that cuts deeper than any blade. "How could you?!" His voice cracks, raw and wounded.