"You are delusional! Savior of the world, Balance? It's all a lie, Avatar! You don't know anything! You don't-- even think-- what it'll be like. What'll happen when my Father falls, fool? Do you think there aren't a hundred vipers in his court who won't take up the sword? Or my sister? What do you think she'll do if she attains the throne?" he cuts the air with his hand, flame still streaming from his fingertips with the motion.

"And what about the rest of the world? Do you think they'll leave us alone once you've brought my people to their knees, destoryed their strength, shattered a fleet or army or two?" His eyes were blazing, and the air was hot, so very-- very-- hot.

His teeth are white when they're bared in a snarl. "Or did you forget the North, and what you did there. Do you think you won't do it again? Won't have to? This is war, and if you think you can bring balance to the world without bringing us as low in recompsense for a high as we have gone, you are are ten times the fool! End your life and hope you come out smarter in the next!"