Katara stared at Azula. "It's possible, I guess. She and I have certain things in common. I don't like to think about it, going so far as to not even mention her in my thoughts. It would have been easier if she had just been beaten, or even died, maybe. I'm not saying it would have been good, I never wanted her dead, but it would have been easier. To learn that there was still a person behind those crazy eyes, someone who needed help she was never going to get because of what her family made her...that just bothers me."

Katara went near a water vent and it sprung onto her hands. Her arms submersed with water even though she was walking away from the vents, she took the healing water and placed her hands onto Azula's head, allowing the water to fall gently on the girl like rain.

"So madness is something Shyama prizes a little," Katara said softly. "Then how do you fit into that?"