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46 – Sun
Aang's first line of defense is Katara, but Zuko holds fast to the conquering cliché of attacking at dawn.

47 – Moon
Katara tells him about an old tradition (a practice only her Gran-Gran talks about anymore): rite of passage by way of moonlit swim in the freezing waters of her homeland that (if the gods felt merciful) allows the participants to return home; cold, cranky, but reborn.

48 – Waves
He allows himself to be pulled along as he has before (as he would again); Zuko is keenly aware that he'd be lost in her wake if he ever let go.

49 – Hair
His people wear their hair like crowns: with golden clasps and not a strand out of place; she (in sharp contrast) wears it like a tail, like a beckoning tangle that he swears has ensnared him.

50 – Supernova
The words are never said out loud (they are made known through brief touches and chats over tea and his unblemished face) for their hearts just might burst: it's more than just saying them, now; it's feeling them.