He was going to miss his tea time with Father. Just great.

And of course today Father had promised him jasmine tea. His favorite.

And now it was raining. Wonderful.

He tried to sit up. Nope. Hurt too much. Pain shot through his side. The boulder was still crushing him. Damn earthbenders. Now how was he going to help Father take Ba Sing Se? He would be of no use to Father as a corpse, that's for sure.

He sighed. Rain, rain, go away. He used to like the rain. Back home it was a welcomed sight. He would always jump in the puddles. That's what they were there for, right? Father would scold him, but his glowering look would turn into a beaming smile and he would jump in the puddles along with him. Rainwater would coat the bottom of his robes, but he didn't care. He always liked that about Father.

Another sigh. He was going to miss Father. And the rain. And the tea. He hoped the Spirit World had rain and tea. That would be quite nice. A spasm shoots through him. That hurts, too. He hopes that Father will come and say his farewells, but probably not. He has thousands of troops to command. A city to capture. A war to win.

He doesn't want to die yet. He wants to see what will happen. But that's asking for too much. He's definitely going to die here. How pleasant.

People are crowding over him, his men. They call out to him. Begging him to stay, telling him Father is coming as fast as he can. He smiles. They frown. It'll be alright, he tells himself. Just fine. Father will fix this. Father will glorify the nation. Father will end the war.

More pain. It was getting better though. He was almost dead now. Very close.

One more sigh.

He hated missing tea time.