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.
Hello everybody! Sokka, here! Pretty corny to start, but, I have to tell you this, so...yeah. Hah!
Anyways, it was after school when I waited for Katara outside the school building by my beloved '50s Chevy Truck. Yeah...what a beauty! I was admiring my car when that jerk-hole Jet came laughing. "Ha, hah!" laughed Jet(that jerk). "Man, Sokka, you still riding that junk?" "Hey, watch it, jerk-hole!" I snapped at him(pretty impressive, huh?). "Why don't you go bother someone your own size?" "Daaaaaannnggg, chill, bro!" said Jet, with a bit of slang. "I ain't gonna bother, ya." "Whatever,...