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“You waste all your time playing with knives. You're not even good.” Said Azula as Zuko pretended to get stabbed in the chest with his knife.
“Put an apple on your head and we'll find out how good I am!” Said Zuko holding up his fist, and blushing.
“By the way, uncle’s coming home today.” Said Azula, somewhat smugly.
“Does that mean, we won the war?” Asked Zuko, slowly.
“No. it means that uncle’s a quitter and a loser.”
“what are you talking about? Uncle’s not a quitter.”
“Oh yes he is. He found out his son died and fell apart,” said Azula, leaning up against a pillar. “A real general would stay and burn Ba Sing Se to the ground, not lose the battle and come home crying.”
Zuko was getting angry now. “How do you know what he should do?” He looked down, starting to feel sad. “He's probably just sad his only kid is gone- forever.”
Just then, Ursa walked in. “Your father has requested an audience with Fire Lord Azulon. Best clothes, hurry up.”
Azula walked towards her mother. “Fire Lord Azulon. Can't you just call him Grandfather? He's not exactly the powerful Fire Lord he used to be. Some one will probably end up talking his place soon,” she said.
“Young lady! Not, another, word.” Ursa said, crossly.
Azula ran out of the room to get her best clothes on.
“What is wrong with that child?” Ursa said under her breath.

Zuko was coming out of his room, dressed and ready, when he heard something coming from his sister’s room. “Azula?” he asked, walking towards her door across the hall. “Azula? Are you alright?”
Zuko knocked on the door.
“*sniff* go away.” Said Azula, sounding like she had been crying.
“Azula, what’s wrong?” Said Zuko, coming in anyway, and sitting down on the bed next to Azula.
“*sniff* are you deaf? I said go away!!” Said Azula, sobbing.
Zuko was silent for what seemed like an hour, even though it was two minutes, as Azula continued to cry.
“Mom acts like she doesn’t even like me! She’s always yelling at me, and grounding me, and never takes the time to spend time with me! It’s just so hard!” Said Azula, through tears.
“Mom loves you, Azula. Don’t think different.” Said Zuko, embracing her in a hug.
Azula continued to cry until Ursa called up to them to hurry.
“Well, I have to get dressed. See you in a few minutes,” said Azula, as Zuko walked out and closed her door.
“I don’t care what Zuko says,” said Azula to herself, getting ready. “I know she doesn’t love me. He was just trying to make me feel better. She, doesn’t, love me!!”

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“You waste all your time playing with knives. You're not even good.” Said Azula as Zuko pretended to get stabbed in the chest with his knife.
“Put an apple on your head and we'll find out how good I am!” Said Zuko holding up his fist, and blushing.
“By the way, uncle’s coming home today.” Said Azula, somewhat smugly.
“Does that mean, we won the war?” Asked Zuko, slowly.
“No. it means that uncle’s a quitter and a loser.”
“what are you talking about? Uncle’s not a quitter.”
“Oh yes he is. He found out his son died and fell apart,” said Azula, leaning up against a pillar. “A real general would stay and burn Ba Sing Se to the ground, not lose the battle and come home crying.”
Zuko was getting angry now. “How do you know what he should do?” He looked down, starting to feel sad. “He's probably just sad his only kid is gone- forever.”
Just then, Ursa walked in. “Your father has requested an audience with Fire Lord Azulon. Best clothes, hurry up.”
Azula walked towards her mother. “Fire Lord Azulon. Can't you just call him Grandfather? He's not exactly the powerful Fire Lord he used to be. Some one will probably end up talking his place soon,” she said.
“Young lady! Not, another, word.” Ursa said, crossly.
Azula ran out of the room to get her best clothes on.
“What is wrong with that child?” Ursa said under her breath.

Zuko was coming out of his room, dressed and ready, when he heard something coming from his sister’s room. “Azula?” he asked, walking towards her door across the hall. “Azula? Are you alright?”
Zuko knocked on the door.
“*sniff* go away.” Said Azula, sounding like she had been crying.
“Azula, what’s wrong?” Said Zuko, coming in anyway, and sitting down on the bed next to Azula.
“*sniff* are you deaf? I said go away!!” Said Azula, sobbing.
Zuko was silent for what seemed like an hour, even though it was two minutes, as Azula continued to cry.
“Mom acts like she doesn’t even like me! She’s always yelling at me, and grounding me, and never takes the time to spend time with me! It’s just so hard!” Said Azula, through tears.
“Mom loves you, Azula. Don’t think different.” Said Zuko, embracing her in a hug.
Azula continued to cry until Ursa called up to them to hurry.
“Well, I have to get dressed. See you in a few minutes,” said Azula, as Zuko walked out and closed her door.
“I don’t care what Zuko says,” said Azula to herself, getting ready. “I know she doesn’t love me. He was just trying to make me feel better. She, doesn’t, love me!!”