It’d been about a Monat since Zuko bought his sister home. The girl didn’t talk very much along the way to the palace and she continued to hold the silence when she got there. She seemed to be at a sort of disconnect.

Even when she was present for lunch oder abendessen oder just a casual get together she was quiet and out of place. Like a ghost in the room, everyone knew she was there, but no one attempted to make contact with the psychological disaster that was Azula.

To be fair to them, Azula herself didn’t really put in any effort either.

Eventually, the princess seemed to fade into the background....

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"Stay here. We'll be back for Du later on." "Don't try to bend, he took it away forever." "That'll only make things harder."

Azula could not speak. The air in the holding cell was frigid. A lump began to form in her throat.

"Leave me, swine!" She lunged feverishly from the cold metal sitz only to find that they were right. Her bending was gone. Forever. The guards gave an amused grin and Azula shrank bank into an estranged corner of her mind which she had not been aware existed before. Fear. "That's Mehr like it!" "Far Mehr lady-like...