"I know. I just, the whole war started with aggression, and ending it with aggression would only have fed into the cycle, instead of breaking it. I had the opportunity. I...I could have ended him, but I didn't, and he called me weak."

Aang looks away, towards the horizon.

"But I knew he was wrong. The Monks had always taught us that violence was the weapon of the weak. What the world needed wasn't for me to be weak, but for me to be strong, and the lionturtle taught me how to do that."

He pauses, remembering very vividly how badly Wan reacted to Katara's bloodbending, and hoping beyond all hope that he would not have as similar a reaction to Aang's next confession.

"I took his bending away."