azula always lies. zuko had drilled that into your head as you decided to visit the former princess.

as you step into the visiting room, you see her. her bangs are choppy and she’s been shoved into a straitjacket to prevent her from fire-bending.

“ah,” azula drawls, neck craned backward to look at you. “how kind of you… to grant me the gift of your presence.”

her voice is still as sharp and full of disdain, just like always.