...r head as far back as she could and attempted to avoid his gaze.
Zuko closed his eyes for a brief period and cross his arms authoritatively, as if he were scolding a child.
And I am not a child’s plaything, Zuko. I will have you reminded that I almost had you killed.
But you left me.
Left me for better things and brighter days.
You left me to rot away, forgotten.
Why have you returned into my life again?
Does he know?
Does anyone know?
“Azula,” 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 ...