How does he know?
No, my mind is playing with me again. He is that of a silly reflection of my past. There is no way one could know so much about me.
Because I keep it all to myself.
“How do you know so much?” she questioned, gazing into his eyes, “You are not even real, are you?”
“But you are wrong, Azula. I am flesh and blood.” He crouched and his masculine hand reached into the cell, making a quick attempt to touch her skin. She jerked at his gesture, growling at him disapprovingly.
Dare you try to touch me! Real or not, you are still the reason I am in this hellhole.
Is your fault.
“I need a suitor, an heir to the throne. That is all I ask of you.”
Why now, Father. Why do you keep asking me this? Whatever you might be thinking right now, I assure you, I will not do it. I do not care what the circumstances may be…
I will not do it…
Her head shook forcefully, slobber seeping from her mouth as her control over insanity slipped away.
Is this what you wanted, Father?
Why did you put this on me?
An abrupt clack ceased her violent episode. She slowly opened her eyes and noted that Chan was now on the inside of the cell with her. He turned and lo...