Partition

Zuko stands, stalking over to Sokka until he’s crowded him against a wall. “When will you understand,” Zuko says, through clenched teeth, “that a united federation is impossible. The Fire Nation and Water Tribes will always be at war with each other. Our people are too different.” He punches the wall by Sokka’s head with a fist. “Don’t you think,” Zuko begins again, softer, “don’t you think if I could, I would? Do you think I don’t want to? Do you think it brings me pleasure to build a wall between our countries and bargain for what should belong to the both of us? I don’t have a choice,” he ends.

“Oh, you had a choice,” Sokka says bitterly, “but you chose wrong.”