[Ibuki slowly sat up, drawing her knees to her chest as she stared off into the distance]

... most people... when they leave the Bastion, they know it's dangerous, right? ... but I guess, I don't... really understand what it's like to be a leader. Ibuki just kinda follows along when it's nothing to do with music.

[She rested her chin on her knees, trying to ignore the memories that seeped up in response to the mention of death. Talking to Zuko about that wouldn't help anything]

... ... I wish so many people weren't gone, though.

[that wasn't really directed at Zuko. Not accusatory, not blaming her for anything... just thinking out loud]