"Fulfillment," she replied, simply, after all of that washed over her. She shook her head.

"Without it," she said, a bit more quietly, "you'll never have peace. And the rage inside, the long-held wounds - they'll only get worse. And they will eat away at you. The emptiness, the fear."

She looked Azula in the eyes, with something akin to sympathy.

"You have to face yourself, Azula. Or it will all end up the same place it did before. And then, well. You'll be in chains either way. Of someone else's making, or your own."