Well, he's right. Azula doesn't attack him while his back is turned.
In fact, she doesn't acknowledge him at all. She seems to simply settle back into watching the memory.
In the memory, the vision of Azula finally finishes crying, looks up at the pale boy, and hastily withdraws her hand, as if she was ashamed. As Iroh walks forward, the vision fades, leaving him alone with the present Azula in the village square.
After a moment, the dreamscape itself seems to shift subtly around him- the dragon's castle, the night of the masquerade. The night Iroh arrived. Azula doesn't seem to have come with him, he's surrounded by distant visions- memories- of the other guests.
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In fact, she doesn't acknowledge him at all. She seems to simply settle back into watching the memory.
In the memory, the vision of Azula finally finishes crying, looks up at the pale boy, and hastily withdraws her hand, as if she was ashamed. As Iroh walks forward, the vision fades, leaving him alone with the present Azula in the village square.
After a moment, the dreamscape itself seems to shift subtly around him- the dragon's castle, the night of the masquerade. The night Iroh arrived. Azula doesn't seem to have come with him, he's surrounded by distant visions- memories- of the other guests.