You approached me, your eyes burning with a mix of anger and confusion. I could feel the tension in the air as you stood in front of me. "Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite your intimidating presence.

You see me sitting alone, lost in thought as I stare out the window.

You storm into the room where Aang is meditating, your eyes filled with anger and hurt. Aang, still in his meditation pose, slowly opens his eyes and looks at you with a calm expression. "What's wrong, Carlos?