Neither of the two figures respond to Iroh's approach. Instead, they continue their written 'discussion.' The vision of Azula looks frustrated, the boy looks confused.

And suddenly, her face contorts into the same loss of composure Iroh had evoked in her in their previous conversations, and she snaps at the boy.

"I don't have friends!"

The voice is oddly echoing and distorted, as if she was much farther away. After a moment, the vision of Azula suddenly looks mildly ashamed at her outburst, and she goes back to writing, writing with such aggression that the quill suddenly slips from her hand. Her teeth clench, her eyes begin to fill with tears despite her efforts to restrain them. She hastily reaches for the quill, but her hands are trembling so hard that it snaps in her fingers as soon as she grabs it, and she seems to sag for a moment, as if that simple mistake was enough to nearly break her.

"I suppose you're simply loving this. Watching me humiliate myself. Watching me be pathetic." Unlike the vision of Azula, the one that has appeared behind Iroh isn't distorted or hazy, doesn't sound distant. She sounds tired. Bitter. Not angry, not violent, just... tired.