“Look at you, killer! Guess you’re more than some pampered prince.” Sozin blinked, emerging from his shock. Kozaru’s cheer was overwhelming, a clear sign that her respect for Sozin had grown. But Dalisay’s face had gone pale, and she kept her distance from them both. She wasn’t impressed by Sozin—but she feared him in a new way. Which, Sozin supposed, was another form of respect. Was killing really all it took?
