"I don't want to let it hurt, I just want him to be-"

... She runs out of steam before she's even finished spitting the words at him, and she slumps and turns back toward the memory. The dance ends and the two finally step back- even in the memory, the Azula of the past let her hands linger on his a little longer than she needed to as they moved apart, as if she was reluctant to let go.

"He told me I wasn't a monster. That he wasn't afraid of me."

Why? Why was she telling Uncle this? Why would she ever-

"...sometimes the ridiculous fool made me believe it."