[ He reaches his hand out to touch her back, then hesitates less than an inch away. What does he want from her? Only Azula can redeem herself, but... that can't be done without a chance to. He presses his hand to her back gingerly, palm warm and flat against her shoulder. ]
...I do. I do love you. You're my sister. And... I want to understand. It's just—
[ Always something else, it seems. He stops short again, words by the wayside, trying to imagine Azula in a "loony bin." Without having seen her in their Agni Kai, though Toph had told him it happened without telling him the ending, it's hard to imagine Azula in a place like that, still the perfect princess in his mind, the image of composure in the face of anything... ...She must have been miserable there, even if she was there for good reason. Which he has no evidence to say she was or wasn't. He can't trust himself. He can't trust her. But he wants to. She can speak to her own experience. He keeps his hand on her back. ]
...I'm trying to trust this version of you over the Azula I knew back home. I'm trying to trust that things changed. That you've changed. I don't know what happened in that time between your last memory and my last memory, but— obviously, a lot changed.
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[ He reaches his hand out to touch her back, then hesitates less than an inch away. What does he want from her? Only Azula can redeem herself, but... that can't be done without a chance to. He presses his hand to her back gingerly, palm warm and flat against her shoulder. ]
...I do. I do love you. You're my sister. And... I want to understand. It's just—
[ Always something else, it seems. He stops short again, words by the wayside, trying to imagine Azula in a "loony bin." Without having seen her in their Agni Kai, though Toph had told him it happened without telling him the ending, it's hard to imagine Azula in a place like that, still the perfect princess in his mind, the image of composure in the face of anything... ...She must have been miserable there, even if she was there for good reason. Which he has no evidence to say she was or wasn't. He can't trust himself. He can't trust her. But he wants to. She can speak to her own experience. He keeps his hand on her back. ]
...I'm trying to trust this version of you over the Azula I knew back home. I'm trying to trust that things changed. That you've changed. I don't know what happened in that time between your last memory and my last memory, but— obviously, a lot changed.