Zuko tries. He wouldn't call himself a good friend. Not after all he's done. He's obviously done better the last month or so, with helping Aang and the others prepare for the fight against his father. But, he has a lot to make up for too.
Zuko lets out a huffed laugh as he puts his arms on his upraised knees. He doesn't have his swords with him, and he's thought about carrying them on the train, but that just seems like a bad idea. He has to play along with these people, until such a time as the pair of them can get off this damned thing.
"It works, but not as well. I can still heat a cup of tea, or my bath water, but that's about it. And even that? Tires me out." He sighs. "It must be. It isn't fair." He slams the side of his fist against the box he's sitting next to. "I finally get my bending back, after visiting the dragons, finally find my uncle again, finally feel prepared to take on Azula and someone kidnaps me!" Another slam of his fist, rattling the box slightly.
Well, if you ever wanna psl/meme, poke me, even if you don't bring her to VT :)
Zuko lets out a huffed laugh as he puts his arms on his upraised knees. He doesn't have his swords with him, and he's thought about carrying them on the train, but that just seems like a bad idea. He has to play along with these people, until such a time as the pair of them can get off this damned thing.
"It works, but not as well. I can still heat a cup of tea, or my bath water, but that's about it. And even that? Tires me out." He sighs. "It must be. It isn't fair." He slams the side of his fist against the box he's sitting next to. "I finally get my bending back, after visiting the dragons, finally find my uncle again, finally feel prepared to take on Azula and someone kidnaps me!" Another slam of his fist, rattling the box slightly.