[Yes. There's that. And the grief is so deep and the pain is so sharp she can taste it in the back of her throat. She shifts her arm to move along his shoulders now in a half-embrace.

She doesn't even know where to start.]

You help Korra help us. You do what you can to stop the person who's bloodbending and terrorizing the city - and you show him mercy. The fact that he was sick and twisted enough to take that and impart it to his children was not your fault, Aang.

[There's so much more to say. But it's twisted up inside her throat somewhere.]