[He sees the dodge there, but...there's something else in her voice there. And so the silence drags out as he ponders how to respond to that. Part of him wants to just think that this is typical of her - whatever it was just unleashing her. But...that's not what his instincts say. That's not what they've been screaming for a while here.]
[And so, after a long moment:]
I'm sorry, Azula. Whatever caused it...I don't think you wanted it.
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[And so, after a long moment:]
I'm sorry, Azula. Whatever caused it...I don't think you wanted it.