[She wants to react to that- something vicious and mocking, probably, just out of habit- but that momentary glimpse of his reflection distracts her, and she finds that the instinct passes quickly.
That... seems wrong. Impossible, even. She's conspicuously avoided allowing her reflection to be visible to her, lest it start speaking again. They're designed to to torment and infuriate people with their inner doubts, from what she can tell. How can his still be just as... juvenile as him? As incessantly jovial and unconcerned? It's offensive.
She supposes she shouldn't be surprised that the little idiot had no hidden depths to him, and yet the idea galls her for some reason, nags at something, something she can't-
"I'm sorry, Azula. We tried to give you a chance."
And that wasn't even him. It was just a dream. A stupid, infuriating dream she had nearly a year ago, why should it still bother her, why should this make her think of it?
After a silence that lingers far too long, she finally says-]
...Avatar.
[... No. No, she should shut up, she should say something else, what was she even thinking?]
A question.
[It's phrased as a demand, not a request, but it's still uncharacteristically quiet and sedate for her.]
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That... seems wrong. Impossible, even. She's conspicuously avoided allowing her reflection to be visible to her, lest it start speaking again. They're designed to to torment and infuriate people with their inner doubts, from what she can tell. How can his still be just as... juvenile as him? As incessantly jovial and unconcerned? It's offensive.
She supposes she shouldn't be surprised that the little idiot had no hidden depths to him, and yet the idea galls her for some reason, nags at something, something she can't-
"I'm sorry, Azula. We tried to give you a chance."
And that wasn't even him. It was just a dream. A stupid, infuriating dream she had nearly a year ago, why should it still bother her, why should this make her think of it?
After a silence that lingers far too long, she finally says-]
...Avatar.
[... No. No, she should shut up, she should say something else, what was she even thinking?]
A question.
[It's phrased as a demand, not a request, but it's still uncharacteristically quiet and sedate for her.]