( Asylum? Kind? Shealtiel can't help but react to that more outwardly than he originally meant, stopping in his tracks to turn and stare. But he shifts after a moment, flopping into a seat on one side of the couch. He's not especially bothered by the cold, but even he feels chilly after that brief step outside. A glance out the window tells him that the snow is only falling harder, too.
He turns his gaze back on Azula. )
I don't get your brother. What kind of twisted way is committing someone to an asylum kind?
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( Asylum? Kind? Shealtiel can't help but react to that more outwardly than he originally meant, stopping in his tracks to turn and stare. But he shifts after a moment, flopping into a seat on one side of the couch. He's not especially bothered by the cold, but even he feels chilly after that brief step outside. A glance out the window tells him that the snow is only falling harder, too.
He turns his gaze back on Azula. )
I don't get your brother. What kind of twisted way is committing someone to an asylum kind?