...la,” he said with an almost affectionate tone, “I know prison life has been a pain, so the warden offered my presence to you. Instead of speaking with him, you can speak with me.”
And what, in all honesty, makes you believe that I am interested? You can stop with that childish, pestering tone. I know what you really think of me. It is not as if you truly care. The warden summoned you just because he was pissed off.
He is a shallow man, just like you.
Just like all men.
Is that man inside of me shallow too?
I do not know what to think anymore…
Azula let it quit with an abrupt sneer. She nodded her head, remembering what Zuko had told her, though it was not as if she had accepted his terms.
“First off, did you see or hear anything of pertinent relevance to this case? Anything in particular?"
Oh, I heard a few things, Zuko. Just a scuffle and nothing else. Not a scream, not a sound at all.
As her thoughts raced with answers, she herself stayed absolutely unvoiced. This was her silent torture in response to her brother’s wickedness.
I want to see you angry, Zuko. That perfectly conformed Firelord with an uneasy tick.
Zuko growled with her silence, but maintained his posture, “Azula, think back, think abou...