"You know..." Aang's bright expression fades as he looks out at the skyline, "I'm beginning to think it is. It feels like everything is made by the Capitol. The people lie and spend all their time trying to look like what they're not, and nothing is what it looks like it should be."

Aang nudges his finger against the back of Steve's hand. It's a small enough gesture that he hopes it won't upset the man, but it's enough to hopefully be reassuring. "But that's why you make friends. They remind you what's real when you forget."