Azula’s state was more than fragile. He was only doing what he thought was best at the time. She was still chained to the iron gate when they arrived to take her away. This was her third major break since the comet—fourth if one included the one on the day of the comet. Zuko forced himself to watch; she was still putting up a fight—a good one at that. Screaming fire, jerking violently, attempting to bite them if they got close enough.
She looked like an animal…an animal that had found the body of a human and took it over. She was nothing like the calm and collected Azula he knew.
Eventually Ty-Lee was summoned to chi block her.
He watched her body grow limp, head hitting the ground with a slightly concerning force. She whimpered at the pavement’s greeting.
Two men lifted her limp from. Her tired eyes focused on the ground. And then she stared right at Zuko…her gaze spitting every ounce of rage within her small body into Zuko’s soul. Anger, hurt, confusion, accusation, all hitting Zuko at once—all from that one short glance.