Iroh: We were at war. I was a soldier.
Earth Kingdom soldier: You were a butcher! You know… I can still smell smoke when I go to sleep at night. It never really goes away.
Iroh: War pushes us to the edge. Some of us don’t like what we find there.
Earth Kingdom soldier: Is that your pitiful way of saying you’re sorry for what you did?
Iroh: I wasn’t talking about me.