Zuko had belatedly realized how fortunate he was that Katara had healed him after the fight with the doppelgangers. He definitely didn't want to show up and meet his mom for the first time after almost lying to her. He wasn't Azula.
He couldn't describe it, either, but after he absently said goodbye to Kaito, he began to feel indescribably guilty. The nerves were there, sure - but he just felt so guilty. His mom had already said she was proud of him, but... would that change when she saw him? She hadn't seen his scar before. What if...
Well, maybe she'd seen that other Zuko's scar, the one that'd been here before him. Even if he was supposedly different. The thought, while logical, didn't much help. But then she was in sight and before he knew it he was in front of her, somehow running or maybe just walking really fast, stopping right before her and -
"M-Mom," he whispered, trying to deny that he already felt like crying. She looked just like he remembered.
Sure, this was the second time. He hadn't seen her in eight years, but for her it had been under one year-- still a long time, yes, but not nearly as bad. She was lucky, compared to him.
That didn't change the fact that, even if she had wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to stop herself from running up to him and giving him a big hug.
"Zuko," she murmured, holding him tightly. "My son."
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He couldn't describe it, either, but after he absently said goodbye to Kaito, he began to feel indescribably guilty. The nerves were there, sure - but he just felt so guilty. His mom had already said she was proud of him, but... would that change when she saw him? She hadn't seen his scar before. What if...
Well, maybe she'd seen that other Zuko's scar, the one that'd been here before him. Even if he was supposedly different. The thought, while logical, didn't much help. But then she was in sight and before he knew it he was in front of her, somehow running or maybe just walking really fast, stopping right before her and -
"M-Mom," he whispered, trying to deny that he already felt like crying. She looked just like he remembered.
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That didn't change the fact that, even if she had wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to stop herself from running up to him and giving him a big hug.
"Zuko," she murmured, holding him tightly. "My son."
She would never stop being grateful for this.
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