Hiro
"If life is such a joke why do we live it?"
"It is the only choice. We are born in this wretched world and we try to make as much sense of it as we can, propping up illusions or morality and righteousness. In the end, our nature contradicts our dreams and we feel the punchline. Perhaps the Spirits gave us the Avatar to stop it, but not even the Avatar can change human nature," Hiro told her, his tone almost resigned.
"I could have chosen to go along with that joke. Though I had a promise holding me back. An old friend promised to see me again."
Behind his mask, Hiro's eyes widened. Could she be? No, she was dead and wasn't coming back. He had seen the bodies, smelled them burning from the fires of his brother's and their father's soldiers' making. He had begun to realize the truth about humanity then. He gave her a hollow laugh, one devoid of all mirth.
"I promised an old friend I would see her again. She died. Killed by my own family and their soldiers."
He ignored one of Butterfly's soldiers, but he responded nonetheless as himself and his men left, leaping through the trees as they did, like real spirits and shadows.
"Then the race is on. It will be better we take different positions if we do not want to fight each other as well as the Avatar. His group may only head in two directions: the mountains or the forest. My men are already positioned in the forest. If you take position in the mountains, then he will run into one of us."