Azula opened her mouth to speak again but snapped it shut sharply and sat, every muscle as tight as it could be as she struggled against herself. She chased the logic around in circles but couldn't grasp hold of it. The words she wanted were just out of reach and just out of sight. All she felt was the pulsing of pressure in her head, the sweat running down the back of her neck. Suddenly the heat that had been such a comfort to her felt like it was cooking her from the inside.

Silently she sat staring into space, the occasional shiver raced through her as the same question repeated itself over and over and over again.

why?