But Nima's encouragement was only making things harder for Azula to understand. It wasn't Mindf**k and it wasn't her own mind producing these these words, moving her mouth.
"How!" She demanded fear and anger swirling about her in a torrent of emotional pain.
Don't lose control, don't lose control. a voice warned her...or was it her own?
How can you not? You never had any control to begin with! Nima may recognize Zuko's voice in the haze.
The control freak without any control. And there was Mai, but their voices were hallow, echoed, much less solid then Nima's.
Azula closed her eyes tightly and struggled to bring forth a particular memory, one that she fell back to in times of confusion and uncontrolled fury. A single flickering flame gave birth to a pair of dragons soaring through her mind, orange and blue dancing, twirling, entwining.
Slowly...ever so slowly her heart rate slowed and when she spoke again her voice was stable.
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"How!" She demanded fear and anger swirling about her in a torrent of emotional pain.
Don't lose control, don't lose control. a voice warned her...or was it her own?
How can you not? You never had any control to begin with! Nima may recognize Zuko's voice in the haze.
The control freak without any control. And there was Mai, but their voices were hallow, echoed, much less solid then Nima's.
Azula closed her eyes tightly and struggled to bring forth a particular memory, one that she fell back to in times of confusion and uncontrolled fury. A single flickering flame gave birth to a pair of dragons soaring through her mind, orange and blue dancing, twirling, entwining.
Slowly...ever so slowly her heart rate slowed and when she spoke again her voice was stable.
"What is the last thing you remember?"