[Aang's brow furrows again, but this time in confusion. This doesn't make sense. The teenager that stands before him looks no different than the one who's made it his life's ambition to hunt Aang and his friends to the ends of the world, and yet...if he waits and listens he can feel the change in Zuko.
no subject
He takes one more breath to be sure.]
Okay. I'm listening.