“Those people are our enemies,” she said, indicating the people doing the heavy wor with the earth. “They’re not supposed to be here, they were uncivilised brutes until the Fire Nation went to their country to educate them, which wasn’t until a hundred years before I was born, or, a hundred years after now.”
Her word choice was innocent, but it betrayed the truth–she was raised in a country built on propaganda, which had had to alter its telling of history in order to excuse its actions in a war. She was unaware of how deep the falsehoods went, unable to recognise the actual history of her own people when it was right in front of her face.
“I don’t think that’s true,” the Doctor told Azula, “I’m not sure where you learned that, or who taught it, but I think someone taught you that to try and push an agenda. Look around, everyone is living in peace. Those people are helping the people dressed up like you, and the people dressed up like you are helping them too. Does that look like they are uncivilized brutes?”
“N...no,” she said, looking around awkwardly. “Do you mean to say that history was changed to excuse the War?” she said, feeling a sinking hole appearing in her stomach; she knew that was exactly the sort of thing the Fire Nation--as led by her grandfather and her father--would have done.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice one of the green-clad people approaching them. It was a woman, sturdily built--her largeness was muscle rather than fat. “Where are you going with that girl?” she demanded of the Doctor. “What have you done to her?” she asked, obviously concerned about Azula’s frightful state.
