...is mind. He had once thought that Azula would be out of his life as a misery.
This was, in itself, completely unexpected.
Mai laid a petite hand upon his masculine shoulder and kissed his cheek. She gave him a stern eye of concern, but he could not hold her gaze. He understood that she maintained a devotion of detestation at Azula, but it was different for him. Azula was his sister, his sibling. Just on blood itself, he had to love and respect her, despite all that she had done to him. In his troubled state, he desired to believe that he too could learn to forgive his younger sister as his mother did.
But one side of him told him that she did not deserve exoneration. She was cruel, heartless, merciless. She was the matron of repugnance in the Fire Nation, at least, that was how he saw her.
But his uncle and mother pleaded for her liberation. She was just a child herself, barely seventeen. She was too vulnerable there. The many faces of prison were of crude, old slobs that probably dreamt of seeing her naked. They perhaps saw her as something they could never have, and probably never will.
But she was strong. She could fight even the hardest aspects of life. She had a vigorous fire, one that kept...