Continued with @dragonthrone
"He didn’t- he didn’t adore me, or admire me!” Azula hissed, lips curling in disgust. “You can’t come here and tell me that! After everything, Zuko, if there’s one thing you can’t tell me, is that father had positives feelings about any of us.
“Maybe he didn’t burn my face off, but he only saw me as a weapon, and that is all. I can still hear him, commanding me to perfection, moulding me to what you failed to be. The threats of what was to come if I failed. He needn’t use his fire for me to bow before him, Zuko, and I have nightmares about his eyes on me every single night.” Azula maneuvered to sit back on her heels. Her arms kept begging to be unleashed, her hands prickling to use fire. To show him how much it hurt.
“You all seem to think it was easy, that you could leave because he praised me, and that meant I’d be fine. Well I wasn’t! At least that part should be obvious! Look at me Zuko, look at where you put me. All of you.” She moved away from him, to the opposite wall, and slumped unceremoniously against it. Not like there was another way to do it, with her arms restrained.
“One by one you all left, and I had to play my cards the best I could, to try and make it out in one piece. And look at how well that worked! He never cared about me, she never cared about me, and if you so desperately want to be on a different list- If you want to make me believe you do care, then shut the fuck up, brother.”
Her throat hurt, and she was tired of this; of people telling her what she’d lost. Because it was a hoax, she’d never even got any of it in the first place. It was her golden brother the one with the better deal. With family, friends, and a throne. Everything she’d been promised. So much for the vanished Prince.
“I don’t feel sorry about myself, don’t worry.” She didn’t. She hated herself. Azula’s gaze moved away from him, head falling against the wall. “So you’re marrying the Waterbender. How- fitting.”
