Who: Azula and Open to any in Hyperion What: Captive Fire Princess Where: Wherever they stashed her. When: Late afternoon Rating: TBD Status: In progress
Azula shuddered, the memories finding her again, it felt so like being back there, so like being caught up in Zuko's institution again, only at least here no one wanted to 'help' her. She'd hated it, those doctors that had so feared the Princess yet still came at her brothers instruction to try and make her see the light.
There was no light, no goodness, where Azula was, she was a monster and she knew it. She'd come to terms with it a long time ago. And it could have been worse here, she got food and water, treated the best she supposed they felt she deserved. They didn't understand royalty, didn't understand why she was how she was. They never would either but that was fine.
She could still firebend, taking that from her would take an eclipse or the coldest of climates, but not in here, the room was cold enough to stop her but not cross that line into inhumanity. She would have. They had rooms like that at the Boiling Rock Prison she remembered. But they were nicer than her even if she had almost killed that Slayer.
She should be greatful. It seemed she and that man with her had grown close in her prison. Perhaps even found love.
She laughed, to outside eyes a random laugh of a madwoman but Azula was laughing at love, she hated love, hated what it did to people, hated how it made them weak and stupid. It had ruined Zuko and Mai. So she laughed at it and returned to pacing the ground. She wondered if they'd be brave enough to kill her. Or if they'd try to help her.