“I’m not here to erase your history,” Aang said quietly. “I’m here to write the next chapter with you. But you have to put down the bow first.”
Commander Roku lowered his sword. The rain washed the rust from the blade, and for the first time in thirty years, he let himself cry. Avatar A Lenda de Aang
“Can you really make the wind dance?” she asked. “I’m not here to erase your history,” Aang
Katara placed a hand on Aang’s shoulder. Her touch was cool, steady—the same anchor it had always been. “Fear doesn’t listen to logic, Aang. You know that.” Aang. You know that.”