I'm not leaving. I'm coming back. I just— I need space. To think.
[ He sighs, deflating, and presses both hands to her kneecaps, still crouching on the floor before her at the edge of the bed. ]
Azula, if I stay... I'll just hurt you more. I don't want that. I don't want to say things I'll regret, or say things I don't mean— or worse, say things I do mean in the moment but then regret later...
[ He hangs his head, not bearing to look at her in this moment of uncanny self-awareness and cogency of his own. ]
You didn't do anything wrong. I told you not to tell me about my future. You didn't. I'm mad to find all this out, but— I know you don't deserve my anger. I promised you when Uncle arrived that I won't abandon you and I'm not. I just— I need to process this, okay?
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[ He sighs, deflating, and presses both hands to her kneecaps, still crouching on the floor before her at the edge of the bed. ]
Azula, if I stay... I'll just hurt you more. I don't want that. I don't want to say things I'll regret, or say things I don't mean— or worse, say things I do mean in the moment but then regret later...
[ He hangs his head, not bearing to look at her in this moment of uncanny self-awareness and cogency of his own. ]
You didn't do anything wrong. I told you not to tell me about my future. You didn't. I'm mad to find all this out, but— I know you don't deserve my anger. I promised you when Uncle arrived that I won't abandon you and I'm not. I just— I need to process this, okay?