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[Aang trembles. This is my son. He said hello. How is he supposed to greet him?

He wants to try to hug him, to feel his presence, but he feels too frightened to step forward, to not be the man this bearded son remembers.

So he slowly and weakly goes into a bow and manages a smile at him.]

Hi. I... I'm Aang.

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