ZUKO:
Promise that you’ll end my life should I become like dad;
Promise wewe will take me down if I become so bad.
Cancer has run in families since before my incarnation;
An Avatar must vow to curtail malignant transformation!
For the crimes of my ancestors, I would gladly atone:
The sins of my forefathers should burden me alone
But it all seems too much for a teenaged firelord to bear,
Though involving anyone else would truly seem unfair;
Of others who can help, I’m really not aware,
Yet it pains me, my friend, to have this to share!
But if I ask too much, I would gladly take my own
Life—erase my curse from this realm;
If I must uphold honour and honour all alone
The captain of the ship must hold on to the helm!
AANG:
Can’t there be another way for all of this to end?
If I didn’t kill your father, how could I kill my friend?
Would wewe find it honourable to reward kwa incapacitation
Like trying to cure a headache kwa plain decapitation?
What would that do to erase crimes of the past?
What does it matter if those things didn’t last?
We are all connected, wewe and I;
To destroy wewe would make part of me die!
How could anyone self-dismember?
How could taking something away make it better?
The answer must lie not in the part, but the whole;
Before uigizaji so rashly each must tafuta his own soul:
To find a connection
With Ultimate Reality
And tafuta for a solution
We cannot yet see….
Promise that you’ll end my life should I become like dad;
Promise wewe will take me down if I become so bad.
Cancer has run in families since before my incarnation;
An Avatar must vow to curtail malignant transformation!
For the crimes of my ancestors, I would gladly atone:
The sins of my forefathers should burden me alone
But it all seems too much for a teenaged firelord to bear,
Though involving anyone else would truly seem unfair;
Of others who can help, I’m really not aware,
Yet it pains me, my friend, to have this to share!
But if I ask too much, I would gladly take my own
Life—erase my curse from this realm;
If I must uphold honour and honour all alone
The captain of the ship must hold on to the helm!
AANG:
Can’t there be another way for all of this to end?
If I didn’t kill your father, how could I kill my friend?
Would wewe find it honourable to reward kwa incapacitation
Like trying to cure a headache kwa plain decapitation?
What would that do to erase crimes of the past?
What does it matter if those things didn’t last?
We are all connected, wewe and I;
To destroy wewe would make part of me die!
How could anyone self-dismember?
How could taking something away make it better?
The answer must lie not in the part, but the whole;
Before uigizaji so rashly each must tafuta his own soul:
To find a connection
With Ultimate Reality
And tafuta for a solution
We cannot yet see….