[ There's a quiet mantra of "Azula always lies" going on. He's staring down at the Guide with such intense, wibbly eyes as he says his mantra, too. At least it doesn't look like Zuko's sleep deprivation has carried over to his
eleven-year-old self.
Then his mantra stops. ]
Azula! If you can hear me, I'm telling Mom-
[ Oh. Wait. He can't do that. ]
-This isn't funny! Tell me what's going on! I know you're just trying to make me think Dad's going to kill me, but it won't work!
[ From the look on his face, he doesn't seem to believe his own words. The waterworks try to start and he decides that maybe his sister's help isn't the best help to get. ]
...Mom? Dad? Uncle?
[ And on the off-chance he's actually dead: ]
...Grandpa?
Anyone? Please tell me where I am. I want to go home.
[ ooc: Replies will be from
turtleduckfood! Also, Zuko's eleven. Yup. No scar. Woobified. Etc. ]