[His surprise escapes like breath knocked out of him, not because his face was recognizable, he was too used to that, but because he was recognized. Someone knew him. They weren't close, but a sandbar could be an island when you were drowning.]

Aang.

No, I don't, the Capitol's too fond of it's drama. Even if we'd been captured and thrown into an arena as punishment, they would have made a spectacle out of us and our 'crimes.'

[He tried to offer a small smile.]

Besides...I'd like to see Snow try and do anything from six feet under.