"... whatever else you may believe of me, Uncle, I've always been well aware that I was a monster."

It's the most harsh that her tone has gotten since he arrived, the first indication of actual anger rather than simple weary bitterness, but it fades almost immediately- not with the unnatural practice of her impassive mask. Instead, it's as if she simply expended all the energy she had.

"I know what I am," she repeats, quietly.

And that's when the Azula in the memory suddenly stops in shock, staring at the boy on the fountain beside her in surprise for a moment... and then slowly slumps over, obviously crying, just as obviously trying to hide it and failing.

After a moment, he boy slowly places his hand over hers in the memory. She stops, stares at his hand... and slowly turns her hand to clasp his, clutching it tightly as she cries.

And the present Azula suddenly looks away from the memory, her own eyes clearly beginning to fill with tears.

"Just... tell me what it is you want from me, Uncle, or leave me alone." After a moment, her voice shaking, she adds, "...please."