Zuko stared at the mask. He had used it for so many covert reasons. He couldn't just throw it away, could he?

"Leave it behind," Iroh said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

But he couldn't. He couldn't leave it behind. All this time he had used it, it never once failed him. He closed his eyes. All those things he did. They weren't done by him. They were done by the Blue Spirit. Everyone who wore this mask changed when they wore it. They became a new person. Zuko opened his eyes and looked at it anew. He saw why it was better for everyone if he did get rid of it. Zuko sighed. He threw the mask into the water and watched it sink to the bottom. The Blue Spirit had just died.