( Even while he's in this vulnerable state... Shealtiel's expression as a child is even more open than his usual ones. Pain and insecurity is clear across his face, along with guilt— but he shifts again, becoming taller, his hand still extended even as his wings shrink away and vanish.

He decides to place his hand on Azula's head, a little firm but gentle all the same. )

I didn't embrace the people who did this. I killed them.

( He wonders if she knows. If she has any idea about that. But his voice is quiet and slightly shaking, and so he pushes forward to strengthen it as he adds more. )

My manager was trying to save me. Just like you have before. It's not about what I think I deserve or not.

( His hand drops away. )

I want to talk to Azula. All of her.