Great La… I would not have become Zhao. I did not want to cleans only one type of bending— I wanted to remove it all! Is it imbalance if—
Silence! Who are you to define balance? Perhaps you would not have tried to murder me, but you have corrupted our names and used them as your weapons. You were arrogant enough to claim our power as your own, and you must suffer for it.
My verdict on this odd spirit food: A bit salty and otherwise over-spiced, but pleasantly crunchy. Probably unhealthy, but I am already dead.
They should be sold at sports matches. The arenas would make a mint.
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He will retain his position— unless he jumps in front of the Avatar’s polar bear dog, of course!
Haha, that was a joke, you see. It’s funny because it will never happen. Because it is absurd.
Ah, well, there’s no shame in a failed joke.
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I didn’t think…
I need a bit of time to… recover from that particular coincidence. I will deal with him later.
I have vowed never to drink. It contaminates the mind and clouds thought.
However… tonight, I may break that vow. Just this once. For “celebratory” purposes.
You cannot drink through the former Wolfbat. Or, I assume you can’t, I haven’t tried. Ha ha. That’s not a bad joke, actually…. Try it on someone who knows more about comedy, you could do something with that. The city could use some decent performers.
Look at all of that. Alcohol doesn’t belong in a temple. I will punish the person who brought it here by drinking it. Yes, that’s a good excuse.
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You’re still here? Go! Get some rest. The Acolyte’s quarters are very comfortable, and I will still be here tomorrow if you need anything.
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The Lieutenant has an amazing ability to lead the men under his command. He understands my plans perfectly, gives orders in the heat of battle with speed and clarity, and has the complete trust of everyone under his command. They treat him as they do me. These qualities have not wavered. However, it seems that his numerous strengths do not precisely translate to prowess in combat.
Fine, he’s not a fighter.
He has been punished for his failures; nevertheless, his leadership ability and loyalty make him an irreplaceable asset on and off the battlefield. I have also advised him to avoid one-on-one combat, reminding him to exercise extreme caution when dealing with skilled enemies. I trust him to follow my… friendly advice, and expect no further problems.
He will retain his position— unless he jumps in front of the Avatar’s polar bear dog, of course!
Haha, that was a joke, you see. It’s funny because it will never happen. Because it is absurd.
Ah, well, there’s no shame in a failed joke.
… Don’t get any ideas, Lieutenant.
