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They walked a long time, close to the edge of the world. Years later, Ash remembered Zuko’s face the way it was, as though he still slept two inches away, the only time the boy was ever still. He watched him, and loved him, without also wanting to make him into something else. In time to come, Ash would search the landscape of his memory and Zuko was still there on the dust-ochre earth, clicking his tongue and flicking his fingers into the air, whirling around as though the only thing he wanted was to become the wind.