Azula was thrown into an emotional nosedive from that tiny moment of pleasure, to sickness, to sorrow, pity, and then her own feelings once again and pity made her angry. Furious. She couldn't STAND it!

"SILENCE!" She spat and fire burst from her stomping foot leaving a scorched mark on the floor.

"I'd do it a thousand times and laugh." She growled wishing she had a face she could glare into. "Do you have any idea who I am really?"