"I always thought this scar marked me. The mark of the banished prince, doomed to chase the Avatar forever. But lately, I've realized that I'm free to determine my own destiny. Even if I'll never be free of my mark."
In a Relationship with Katara
Most of what the stranger depicted made no sense to the Fire Lord. He had never heard of a place called Republic City and he was positive that Katara did not have any children or grandchildren, especially given the fact that she was seventeen and was currently in a serious relationship with him at the moment, not to mention he hadn’t the slightest recollection of impregnating the woman he loved let alone those chrildren being impregnated. He had reluctance to be a father in the first place, his mind still on the edge concerning that subject and was leaning more toward not risking the chance he had of turning into his father. The same blood coursed through his veins, the same crimson and the same tendencies - they were far too similar for Zuko to not glance at the idea of sharing aspects of himself with his father in distaste, considering everything Ozai had done to him.
However, Zuko could clearly point out the question which this stranger wished for him to answer. “I…I don’t know. I haven’t found her yet,” he gritted, the memory of his attempts to get a proper answer from Ozai and to find a garment he could use to have the help of Jun. It had all been useless. No word, no sign. His mind had even begun to go to the assumptions that Ursa was dead, even though it stung his heart to think of such ideas. But he wasn’t going to give up. He couldn’t…