A year? Why?! What happened on that journey? Did you fight me — or my friends? Aang said something...—
[ But he stops himself short. The truth is, Aang didn't say much. He told Azula he'd told Zuko "everything," but the bulk of what Aang really told Zuko was "talk to Azula." He leans back in the bed, settling in, showing he's not going anywhere, fully invested in this conversation Azula is clearly not enjoying. Why should she? But that's not really important to him. It's not an enjoyable topic. His head is spinning with questions, his brow knotted in thought, but he knows he's not going to get closure from this conversation... just information. Azula can't bring him closure. Ursa herself might not even be able to, if he were hearing it all straight from her, the way things actually went down. There's little comfort to be had. ]
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[ But he stops himself short. The truth is, Aang didn't say much. He told Azula he'd told Zuko "everything," but the bulk of what Aang really told Zuko was "talk to Azula." He leans back in the bed, settling in, showing he's not going anywhere, fully invested in this conversation Azula is clearly not enjoying. Why should she? But that's not really important to him. It's not an enjoyable topic. His head is spinning with questions, his brow knotted in thought, but he knows he's not going to get closure from this conversation... just information. Azula can't bring him closure. Ursa herself might not even be able to, if he were hearing it all straight from her, the way things actually went down. There's little comfort to be had. ]