The rain was hard and cold, that wasn't a problem at all. Being a firebender, such discomforts were meaningless.
The rock jutting out of the cliff's side was sharp and cut deep into her palms. Those wounds would heal over time, so they were meaningless. Painful, yes, but not important. The pain coming from her straining muscles were also unimportant, she'd live. Some of the training sessions with her father were more painful then a few sore muscles. Not that Ozai would remember any of those if the Avatar defeated him in the future. Not likely.
She knew she would probably die. That had always been a risk of that, no doubt, and that's why she somewhat enjoyed fighting. The feeling of lightning dancing across her fingers, the heat of flames on her bare skin...
"Azula!"
Zuko. She should have known. He would be angry with himself if she fell...Wasn't he the one who had attacked her when she first fell? It was very likely.
He'd try to get her up, Zuko always had a weak spot for family. Then what? The Avatar and his group wouldn't trust her, of course. Humiliation was unavoidable if she let them rescue and capture her. Her father could label her a traitor...She would be betraying the Fire Nation.
There was only one way to avoid this...defeat. Her fingers were cold and cramping anyways...
Yes, Zuzu would take the blame for her death. Her father would try to kill him for what happened...Of course...
Her fingers let go of the rock. The only thing that was holding her from a certain demise from the drop was air. Which, of course, was an enemy.