[Curse your bleeding heart, Aang. To say that she looks confused by what he's saying would be the understatement of the century. Priscilla is quiet for quite some time, her distant expression possibly giving away the fact that she's thinking about something.]

Isn't it better? To die and not become an Angel.. ? Friends become enemies, they no longer remember what is important.

[Finally, something she can answer with confidence.]

Priscilla.