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His brother, naturally - what did Iroh ever accomplish being second best?
His son - after all that had been done to Zuko, he was surprised the boy hadn't stormed the Palace years ago.
His noblemen - those swine drooled all over themselves dreaming about the throne.
Those people, he had expected. But not this.
As the blood poured forth from the infinite wounds and he looked up into those golden eyes that stood out in the crowd of laughing traitors (the eyes that had smiled when plunging the final dagger into him) he could ask only one thing.
"You too, my daughter?"