...Spells? "What's a spell? I just told you, it was firebending. It's a martial art. And I've never seen that...darkness stuff before. I don't even know how I could bend it. I wasn't thinking about that." And Zuko hoped he'd never see it again.

Zuko couldn't bring himself to say anything else. Last time he'd seen Uncle, the old man was drooling in a prison cell. Though...over the journal, he'd said something about escaping...