Zuko continues to stare, awed. He has so many questions, not least of which whether he's seeing things, or if this is all some elaborate dream. He says quietly: "Of course I do. How could I forget my best friend, even after all these years?"

Will he believe him? He hopes so. The scar should be distinguishing enough, even if the rest of him is beyond recognition.

"It's me-- Zuko."