“You see, Princess, I don’t like your kind.” Tang-Shin continued with his circling. “You. People like you, are sick. The lot of you deserve to die. The lot of you are only good for experimenting on. And of the lunatics in this asylum your breed is the worst—with your silly voices and your ludicrous visions…”
Azula’s upper lip twitched into a snarl. The man was speaking as if he didn’t have an issue or two of his own.
"If you thought we treated you with neglect and abuse in the regular ward…the underground ward, well it’s a whole new world of torment."
Azula looked to the woman…Hiru on the operating table. And then she turned her gaze back to Tang-Shin who still up held that smug little smile as if he didn’t think she’d melt it off. With one fluid arm thrust she socked the man in the mouth, with a wave of blue flames.
He stumbled back into that same rack of tools Azula had the first time she’d seen the room. However he fell into it wish such a force it came crashing down on him. Hard metal on soft skin.