[ It feels like an invasion of privacy as he moves about their small kitchen, poking at the few things she and her brother had accumulated since their arrival. Everything he did seemed to only grow her irritation, almost frozen to her spot, silently fuming. The only desire to move forward is accompanied with wanting to throw the glass at him even knowing that he was prepared to be lashed out at in such a violent way. ]
What did he tell you?
[ Why are you here? Why would Zuko have thought that okaying someone forcing themselves on her like this was absolutely necessary? Oh, right, because he forgets that what may be good for him is not good for other people. ]
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What did he tell you?
[ Why are you here? Why would Zuko have thought that okaying someone forcing themselves on her like this was absolutely necessary? Oh, right, because he forgets that what may be good for him is not good for other people. ]