Aang opens his eyes to find Avatar Korra standing before him. The spirit of his past life is calm, strong. She exudes confidence and ability, and Aang feels ashamed of himself, and of his lackluster training as avatar—Korra saved the world at his age. What has he done? A nomad with the backs of his hands still bare at sixteen, unable to bend the element of his own people, he moves to kneel at her feet and bows his head as he speaks, fighting back the hot prickle of tears.
"Avatar Korra, please help me.”