On his way to Angkor Wat, Zuko caught a whiff of something that was very likely fire, and looking up, caught sight of his sister on a rooftop.
She probably wasn't in any immediate danger to herself, but someone in her mental state didn't need to be hanging over a large drop. Someone in her mental state didn't need to be out in this city, with all its little places hidden from Stacy's eyes, at all, but Zuko didn't have any control over that here. He clenched his fists, sighing and trying to think of the best way to approach this situation.
He settled for the direct one, calling up to his sister from the street. "Azula. We need to talk."
This was going to make him late for the meeting with the Gaang. Oh well.
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She probably wasn't in any immediate danger to herself, but someone in her mental state didn't need to be hanging over a large drop. Someone in her mental state didn't need to be out in this city, with all its little places hidden from Stacy's eyes, at all, but Zuko didn't have any control over that here. He clenched his fists, sighing and trying to think of the best way to approach this situation.
He settled for the direct one, calling up to his sister from the street. "Azula. We need to talk."
This was going to make him late for the meeting with the Gaang. Oh well.