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In the North, everything is rigid. In sealing themselves away for the sake of safety, they allowed their culture and way of thinking to become as set as permafrost upon the ground. They lost the way of water, and have become an earthen city, a fortress of stone isolated amidst the ice.
Water should change, and flow, and adapt.
Despite the decimation wrought upon them during the war, despite losing their waterbenders and the connection inherent there, the people of the Southern Water Tribe have lived and breathed far more like true people of water than anyone in the north.