"Does it matter?!" Wha— [ It's all he can do to keep from snarling, parroting the words. When she pulls her legs back after he places his hand on them, he recoils, too, scowling. ]

Of course it matters! And no, that's not enough! I need to know what happened, Azula...! She's our mother! I thought she was dead for years... A-And— [ He's getting emotional again. He takes a breath and tempers himself, but the stress he puts on this next name sounds almost threatening, his casual reveal, in case he's misread the meaning of the mess of the house. ]

And Aang told me today that she's alive and that you helped us find her in the future. In my future, I mean— your past. Tell me what happened.