[But he calms himself as she pulls on his shoulder, her warmth always being the natural cure for his ill feelings, and he turns to face her a much sadder monk. He looks into her eyes and sees the same eyes that welcomed him when he awoke from the iceberg all those times ago.]

I think... that every Katara is the Katara I know. You're compassionate, you care for everyone, and you're always looking out for me. You keep me on task and you also goof off with me. You let me know when I'm starting to not be myself anymore. And you stop me from doing things I'll regret in the Avatar State. Without you... I would have either died while trying to hide from the Fire Nation or lost my heart and everything I am fighting them. You keep me balanced, Katara. You're everything I love about the earth in one person.