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Healer or warrior?
Save or kill?
Spirit water or blood?
Bender or murderer?
Is there any water that can wash away this blood on my hands?
Are there any words that can ease this guilt on my conscience?
Is there any difference between bender and murderer?
Is there any similarity between spirit water and blood besides that it can be bent?
Have I hurt too many to call myself healer?
Have I saved too many to call myself damned?
Have I saved enough to wipe the red from my ledger?
Have I toed the line of save or kill too many times to call myself both healer and warrior?
I am a warrior, a fighter
People rely on me, and I can’t let them down
I choose to save more than I kill
Sometimes death is inevitable
But every time I will fight with the hope of preserving everyone
Both friend and foe deserve a chance
But I will protect my friends at any cost
Both water and blood come naturally
But I choose not to be a monster
I will spend every second of my life in regret
Some things are not meant to be bent
But some actions are irreversible
I am a water bender, not a murder
I am no criminal
I will do what I must to save the world
But I will not let that compromise my beliefs
I am a healer, a savior
I am more naturally drawn to fighting
But I have healed my friends
I have healed my foes
And I will help heal this rift in the world
I will help mend the divide
And maybe one day, I can forgive myself for everything I have ever done to survive