[004 | Luceti | Narrative/Text]
[Azula hates this place. At least, that's what she's decided. She's frustrated. She's angry. She has no control here. No one fears her as they should and the only person she thought might have been an ally, someone she could really control, is from a future where she's betrayed her.
Oh, she has the people she's met here, but what good are they, in the end? They might prove useful, but Ty Lee...? Ty Lee and Mai were her closest confidants. They were the two she could always rely on. Instead they turned on her. For what? Her brother? For friendship? It was ridiculous. How could she rely on anyone else when they let emotions dictate their actions? They didn't realize that she was doing the best thing for her country, for the world, really. It was how things worked. Yet, somehow, Zuko always managed to come out ahead.
She was supposed to win. She was supposed to be the Fire Lord. Not end up in some hospital recovering from a mental breakdown. The little apartment she had to put up with made things worse. There wasn't enough room to think, let alone live. She was a princess. She deserved better.
She just had to figure out what to do. She finally flicked open her journal and carefully wrote out a little message.]
What exactly is there to do around here? I can't just spend my entire time idle
[She needed to do something or she was going to go crazy thinking about her fu-... her potential future.]
Oh, she has the people she's met here, but what good are they, in the end? They might prove useful, but Ty Lee...? Ty Lee and Mai were her closest confidants. They were the two she could always rely on. Instead they turned on her. For what? Her brother? For friendship? It was ridiculous. How could she rely on anyone else when they let emotions dictate their actions? They didn't realize that she was doing the best thing for her country, for the world, really. It was how things worked. Yet, somehow, Zuko always managed to come out ahead.
She was supposed to win. She was supposed to be the Fire Lord. Not end up in some hospital recovering from a mental breakdown. The little apartment she had to put up with made things worse. There wasn't enough room to think, let alone live. She was a princess. She deserved better.
She just had to figure out what to do. She finally flicked open her journal and carefully wrote out a little message.]
What exactly is there to do around here? I can't just spend my entire time idle
[She needed to do something or she was going to go crazy thinking about her fu-... her potential future.]