goddammit bryke

Can we talk about this scene for a minute? Because I tear up literally every damn time I watch it. 

After losing his son, Iroh fought tirelessly to save his nephew from Ozai’s brainwashing, no matter how hard Zuko tried to push him away. But even after years of sticking by him through every dead end and reckless gambit, Zuko still goes back to his awful father. Once again, Iroh couldn’t save his son and it just kills him

Then the kid shows up with team Avatar, because it turns out some of those proverbs got through to him after all.

But the part that really gets me is Zuko’s perspective.

Sitting outside that tent, he’s so damn scared. He’s so convinced Iroh hates him, he won’t even go in without a pep talk from Katara. Everyone else can see that Iroh will be proud of what his nephew has done since they last met, but Zuko can’t. When Zuko goes in to see the family he disappointed, he’s braced for yelling and fire and rage because that’s what he’s been raised to expect when he screws up. Pissing off his father got him disgraced, burned, tossed in the street, told he didn’t deserve to be alive, and shot at with lightening. A lifetime of experience says he should be scared. He doesn’t expect to be forgiven, he just wants Iroh to know he’s sorry. 

And then Iroh’s not even madNOT EVEN MAD. Mercy and compassion are so alien to Zuko that immediate forgiveness wasn’t even a remote possibility. He’s so utterly confused, but at the same time, so, so relieved. He hasn’t lost his only family. The only person who stayed by him all those years in exile. The only father who loved him.

They both thought they’d lost the only family they had left. Instead, they find themselves closer than they’ve ever been. And I tear up every damn time.

Reasons for Kya to Have Beat Zaheer
  • Health - Zaheer has been a high-altitude prisoner for 13 years, with little in the way of proteins and sustaining food. Even if we assume he Iroh’d and was doing a bunch of exercise in his spare time - which would be difficult anyway because again, high-altitudes - he wouldn’t be in ideal fighting condition. If he was telling the truth about being from ‘a village in the north’ then that might have allowed him to adapt better, but that’s speculation. Conversely, Kya is a regular waterbending instructor with ample food, fresh air, and room to practice.
  • Bending Skill - Yes, Zaheer apparently knows as much about Air Nomad culture as you can without being a full-fledged Acolyte. Yes, he was already a skilled non-bending fighter. That doesn’t take away the fact that he has only been bending for a month at most. Theory does not equal skill. Ever. Not in this sandbox, which is why bending masters are “masters” in the first place. It takes time, instruction, failure - everything that was EXPLICITLY and VERY MUCH ON PURPOSELY shown when Aang, Katara, Zuko and The Goddamn Toph were mastering their elements. It took actual practice - and a whole lot of war-induced stress- for them to get where they were by series’ end. And they were trained by masters - just like Kya was. And Kya had a lifetime to cultivate her skill, whereas the original Gaang only had a year or so. Kya outranked him whichever way you look at it.
  • KYA KNOWS HOW TO FIGHT FUCKING AIRBENDERS. LIKE THAT’S THE ONE UPSIDE TO BEING RELATED TO TWO DUDES WHO ARE THE LAST OF THEIR KIND; DON’T GIVE ME THAT BULLSHIT ABOUT HOW THE KIDS WERE ANGRY WITH EACH OTHER BECAUSE DADDY PLAYED FAVORITES. YOU THINK SIBLINGS DON’T SPAR? YOU THINK KATARA AND AANG DIDN’T HAVE FULLY-FLEDGED BATTLES TO KEEP EACH OTHER ON THEIR GAME? YOU THINK THAT THOSE THREE DIDN’T WATCH THEIR PARENTS DO THAT SHIT AND REPLICATED IT. KYA WAS RAISED BY TWO OF THE GREATEST WATERBENDERS IN THE WORLD AND THE LAST. FUCKING. AIRBENDER. SHE KNOWS HOW TO WHIP THAT LITTLE UPSTART’S ASS.

AND IF THE WRITER’S WOULD LEARN SOME ACTUAL FUCKING CHARACTERIZATION AND LOGIC AND WOULD STOP TREATING THE WOMEN LIKE SHIT - BECAUSE YES, THAT IS WHAT IT’S CALLED  WHEN A FEMALE CHARACTER WHO OUTCLASSES A MALE IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY LOSES THE FIGHT -  THEN I WOULDN’T HAVE TO STIFLE A LOUD ’WHAT THE FUCK’ EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT.