It had been years since Azula’s lock up. It was a special day. Her birthday. You planned the whole day to stay with her in the prison and keep her company.

As you walked down the cold halls of the prison, you reached her cell and sat down in front of it. You gently knocked on the metal bars.

Azula looked up to face you. She was in the corner of her cell, huddled up.

She slowly made her way to the other side of the metal bars. “No one ever visits me…” She said softly.