General Iroh sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he'd apparently inherited from his grandfather. He was so unsure of himself now. Amon and the Equalists had flying machines that annihilated his entire vanguard fleet. How in Agni's name was he supposed to win back Republic City now? Even with a second fleet of ships on the way, they'd be destroyed unless he could warn Bumi.
Iroh felt like he'd failed. He'd failed all the brave men and women, benders and nonbenders on board the ships. He'd failed Republic City, the entire United Republic of Nations. He'd failed the world.
Iroh resisted the urge to grip his left arm through the bandage. Even after Avatar Korra healed the burn, it was still sore and he knew it would scar. It would always be there, a reminder of his failure earlier that day.
Iroh sunk to the floor and buried his face in his hands, blinking back tears of frustrat