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. Why? 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 locked the door behind him. They stood in complete silence, the only noise heard was Azula’s heavy, uneven gasps. He then sat upon the stiff floor in front of her. They were about a foot apart. Azula backed her head against the wall to get as far away as she could from him. Why are you here? Indeed, I have never shared my cell with anyone, not that I ever wanted to. She regained control of herself, “Chan, if you are not here to apologize, then why are you here? Why must you insist on this silent method of torture? “I am not to be toyed with. ”
He scooted closer, lessoning the gap between them. He frowned almost irritably, “Listen, do you remember what you did to me? ”
She huffed, smoke flaring from her nostrils, “You must be mistaken, Chan.