( Ah. This feels... awkward. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't feel like he belongs here, standing between Azula and the shadow of her past self. It's too much like his own mind, and he's too aware of how irritating it can be when others try to interfere too much.

He fidgets with his hands, scratching at the back of his left one as he watches Azula. The older one. )

I'm not dead. I'm still here, and I'm waiting for you to come back already.

( To get through this, to beat... whatever is happening. )

I thought coming here would get through to you, and I was right. Stop listening to your doubt from the past and focus on now. You want to stop, right?