"I had a friend who was almost..." Azula frowned, then nodded her head. It was personal to her, and she was willing to admit to something as frivelous as friendship if she had to. "That was a good thing. That's something my father and I disagree on. He doesn't care, as long as there's money to be made or power to be had." Generally, Azula craved power, but even she had things that went too far. She was still angry she'd been coerced into killing someone who hadn't deserved it.