Helpless.

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

In the back of her cell Azula slumped against the wall. Between the pale exhausted look on her face and the empty eyes gazing at the transparent wall of her cell she looked dead to the world.

She knew something was wrong with her. That much was painfully clear no matter how much she wanted to believe otherwise. But she wasn't crazy! No. Never. Not the Princess of the Fire Nation, not the rightful heir to the throne.

She was just...sick. Yes. She had caught something. Like when a fever got too strong or when one drank too much wine.

No, she had been infected! That had to be it. That's when things began to go downhill. Mai must have had some kind of poison on her knives, or maybe the servants back at the palace...

The palace was gone. That's what everyone kept telling her. The fire nation, the world was gone.

Her father was gone...

She hadn't seen her father since he left to complete his destiny and take over the world. Only through what Zuko and the Doctors had told her did she know his fate. A war criminal.

His powers stripped...just a man now.

She still could create fire for now. But what if the Avatar tried to take it from her like he had her father?

What else could they take?

Images flashing through her mind. Medications, procedures. Those unsettling tentacles that belonged to the voice in her head, the world around her. "Stacy" How dare she speak in such a kind an loving voice? Azula knew better. Azula knew what sort of damage love could bring.

What was the voice plotting to do to her while it spoke so sweetly? Her mind? Not if she had any say! And why shouldn't she!? She is Princess Azula! From Birth her destiny was perfection and greatness. The heavens above had sent to the planet the perfect girl, born to the man destined to rule the world.

...or so they'd thought.

But he was gone, they were gone the world was gone! Azula too...must be gone.

Yes, that made more sense didn't it? Azula had died...no was killed. MURDERED! Murdered by those so called "Doctors" that had promised they wouldn't hurt her. That they only wanted to help her! Zuko probably gave them the order! Kill her so he wouldn't have to worry anymore about the only loyal family their Father had left.

Father...

These thoughts and more swirled about in her fractured mind but her body never moved, barely blinked. You couldn't even really tell she was breathing.

This was all that was left, of the Proud Princess Azula.

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[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"No, they'll keep you caged up till you cool down and they're sure you won't try hurting the other crew members. We're in a bigger war than any of us have ever been in, and if we want to get our worlds back we need to work together."

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

"The war is over." She snarled "Your false firelord saw to that. Thousands of lives lost, generations of his own families efforts cast aside like dust. All for nothing." She was shaking again.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"This is a different war, a far bigger and more dangerous one. And what's on the line isn't only our lives and those of other. It's our very existences!" She retorted.

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

"There's no such thing as a different war. War is always the same. There are winners and there are losers." And she was having trouble coming to terms with losing.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"Maybe this is you chance to get back in the saddle and prove you can be an asset, if not the major turning point of the war... Unless you're tired of fighting... which I can understand." She stood, and looked at her more seriously.

"If that's the case, than maybe it's better to just stay here and let it all blow over."

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

"Stop acting as if I have a choice." She snapped again wishing she could wring this doctors ugly thick neck. "My brother would never let me out of this cell unless he thought I was no longer a threat. And there's only a few ways of doing that." She hissed "And he doesn't have the guts."

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"There's always a choice. And once you begin to accept that, you can start moving on."

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

"I already told you." She growled, "You are NOT sticking that in my head! I don't care what university you studied at I'll roast you alive!" Another flashback perhaps. "I'm not crazy! You're the madman who wants to cut me open! Don't you know who I am? I'm the firelord!" She slumped forward sobbing softly. "...the firelord."

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae hesitates for a moment, she wants to go in and comfort her. Even as someone's enemy, she knew this sort of despair all too well, and how incredibly painful it is...

"I... I'm not here to hurt you, and I'm not a doctor or your enemy..." She gets closer against the barrier, wondering what she should do.

[burnedbrighter.livejournal.com]

"Just leave." She begged sounding more tormented then ever, "I can't take it anymore just go." she dug her nails into her palms, Ronnae's compassion was like glass in her teeth.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

She looked down pained and turned around. "I'll... m-maybe come back later.. t-to see how you're doing..." And with that she left, but not before leaving another bottle of water past the barrier for her to grab if she wished.