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"The avatar is gone! And they have been for sixty-three years!"The man's whole body was shaken by violent coughs, one more painful-sounding than the other. Still, he grasped his cane tighter and kept standing—his patience and health might have been decaying, but his temper had yet to falter."Father, please!" his son begged, young features contorted in desperation. "You ought to go home and rest. You are in no condition to be leaving the house!""You should listen to your boy, Nukilik. I doubt you would want to worry your family further by worsening your state," the other man chuckled. Despite his graying hair and the additional folds to his face, he bore a striking resemblance to the boy's father."Kaskae," Nukilik growled. "If you care about this village, you will listen to me. Ignore me and the future generations will bear the weight of your wrongs."Firey ice-gray eyes stared into cold ashen ones, searching, hoping for something that would, for an instant, bring the man he knew back to him. And yet, they did not find a single trace of the boy he remembered his brother to be. The anger on Nukilik's face melted away to let new emotions transpire, ones he kept buried deep below and refrained from showing often; longing, guilt, and grief."Very well, Chieftain. I have warned you—I can only hope you enjoy watching the flames of the Fire Nation devour our tribe."And with that, the man and his son walked away.