lizbee | (Reply)

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I have mixed feelings about this story.

I enjoyed a lot of it. Your slice of life scenes are, as always, a pleasure to read. You did make me feel quite a lot of sympathy for Azula, but that said I didn't enjoy the ending. I realize that AtLA has an underlying theme of forgiveness and living in balance with yourself and others. But Azula can't die because, basically, God says she shouldn't? That felt like a copout. Zuko and Katara became just more of the little people pushed aside by the desires of the spirits, the exact Aang raged against for being uncaring. The Fire Nation stays the same imperialist power it was, merely letting its colonies peel away from neglect, to be reformed by inches by a woman who's only truth-worthy in Aang, Mai, and Iroh's eyes because she became a mommy and were blessed by a god? How is Aang ever supposed to look Sokka or his other friends in the eye again with Azula on the throne? What about the people of the Fire Nation, toiling in fear of the Dai Li and Azula's other agents? And why the heck didn't the Sun Spirit ever manifest itself at any point in the past hundred years to educate the Fire Lord about how the world should be? And where did Ozai's gun come from and why didn't we ever see that before if the tech was available?

I'm sorry. I really enjoyed a lot of this fic, but I can't buy the ending.