[When Aang comes home he'll find an extra member in the house. She's sitting on the couch, hunched over herself a little, and staring down at orange soda can in her hand. You know it was still weird. The soda here was different. The taste, the packaging, everything... but it had the same name. Sort of like the Avatar, wasn't it? A different personality, a different body, but still all the same responsibilities and abilities. Except, unlike most sodas - Avatars? - she was flat. She couldn't be like the others. She was defunct.
Tch, no. Avatars aren't like soda at all. What is she thinking?]
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Tch, no. Avatars aren't like soda at all. What is she thinking?]