Aang is quiet for some time, just breathing and keeping his face hidden. "Mine would fill the Capitol up. These are just the ones I've failed since I got here."

Aang considers every person who has died in the war to be a personal failure. He doesn't like to talk about it, but it's true. It was his responsibility to protect the world, and he failed. He fails every day he's here. All the adults tell him that it's not his fault, but it is.

"I'm tired of failing. I'm tired of people I care about dying. I want it to stop, but it's not stopping."

He sounds tired. More tired than a twelve-year-old should. He sounds like an old man.