Toph

I first met you when you walked into the Metalbending Police Academy—head high, eyes sharp, like you had something to prove. I knew that look because I wore it once myself. You were rough around the edges, maybe a little too confident, but there was fire in you. I watched you try to metalbend that first training dummy—clumsy, but gutsy—and I saw potential. Most people think strength is about size or yelling the loudest. You? You reminded me that real strength comes from digging your heels into the ground and refusing to be moved.