She wrapped Azula's hands slowly, not speaking for a moment, but shaking her head.
"You do realize that demanding perfection and total obedience from a child qualifies as abuse, right? Frankly, I'd prefer the begging, all things said and done."
She finishes the work with the bandages, clipping them off in place. She looks Azula in the eyes, too, her emotions a mixture of profound pity, and dawning realization.
"At least I can say I made a choice to start down the path I did. Something I can hold onto, a firm responsibility. How old were you when he started demanding your obedience?"
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"You do realize that demanding perfection and total obedience from a child qualifies as abuse, right? Frankly, I'd prefer the begging, all things said and done."
She finishes the work with the bandages, clipping them off in place. She looks Azula in the eyes, too, her emotions a mixture of profound pity, and dawning realization.
"At least I can say I made a choice to start down the path I did. Something I can hold onto, a firm responsibility. How old were you when he started demanding your obedience?"