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[When he touches her, she shrinks back from him, the rage melting away into an expression of fear as she meets his eyes.

'lately, people have been offering me their hand even when I didn't understand it.'

Her fingers slip from the spear, and she takes a step back, visibly shaking, trying to come up with something to say.]

I'm-

[She can't even finish that thought. She averts her eyes.]

Sorry? You're sorry? That's what you said before you nearly murdered him!

[She laughs, and Azula takes a shuddering breath, clenching the fist of her one good arm to try and stave off the tears. It doesn't work.]