阿祖拉 | Azula

[Heeeeeeeere's Azula limping into her room at Cuddy's house after her latest (and last?) tangle with the Joker-- she's sporting several bad cuts and bruises and a black eye, and she holds a badly sprained right arm protectively against her side as she flops down on the bed]

... Fine. I'm not doing it again.

For those of you hanging around on the main community, don't any of you dare tell--

[She stops suddenly, with a sharp intake of breath; there's a low growl of anger at herself for feeling the way she does, and she suddenly SLAMS her fist down on her desk with a loud bang]

[Then she remembers to switch off the audio 8)]

Don't any of you dare say anything. Is that clear?

...

Dr. Cuddy, I want to talk t-- I wish to speak with you when you get home from work.

I'm engaged.

My sixteenth birthday is in one month.

Things will have to be different this year.

[The audio starts out immediately with Azula's voice-- too quiet and unclear to understand at first, but it becomes audible pretty quickly. She sounds quite a bit more calm than she has lately, because she's actually talking-- albeit to somebody who's heavily sedated in their hospital bed. Of course, she's only doing it because (she thinks) no one can really hear.]

-- and Father's trying to manipulate me into helping him with his pointless and ill-planned schemes, Mother's trying to browbeat me into a younger version of herself, and Ty Lee is still being awful. She thinks she say and do whatever she wants, and then she just expects me to act like nothing ever happened. I don't care if she misses me or if I miss her, I'm through with dealing with her lies. I'd rather be... I'd rather be completely alone than friends with someone like that. I can't STAND people who lie; I can't stand never knowing whether to believe what comes out of their mouths.

That's one reason why I hate the viruses here. They turn everybody into liars.

[She pauses for a few moments, and when she speaks again her voice is almost-- but not quite-- as cold as her words would imply:]

You'd better stop dying soon. It's getting boring just sitting around here.

[...]

I didn't want to do it. You were right; I wouldn't--

[Suddenly there's the sound of someone walking down the hall, and Azula stops talking. She stays silent even after whoever it was is long gone.]

So Zuzu doesn't want to execute me. Isn't that just adorable?