"So this is your girlfriend. No wonder she left, she's way too pretty for you."
The bounty hunter's words wriggled at the back of his mind like a dungeon cockroach. The idea was as insulting as it was preposterous. That waterbending brat was not his girlfriend.
Of course this was painfully obvious but Prince Zuko felt the need to say it out loud, to a mirror, later that night.
"That waterbending brat is not my girlfriend."
The mirror very helpfully didn't reply.
"I don't even have a girlfriend!"
Well, shit. That didn't really make him feel better like he was hoping it would.
No, no! This was a stupid thing to think about. So what if he didn't have a girlfriend? Zuko didn't need a girlfriend. Zuko had a mission, and that was a much, much preferable thing to have.
With an appropriately vehement glare Prince Zuko stalked away from the mirror and threw himself onto his bed. He would put up with no more thoughts being wasted on girls. He settled himself down to sleep as the clock ticked the minutes by.
Zuko sat up.
Zuko lay down again.
"And she is NOT too pretty for me!"