Her resolve is one of the most infuriating and endearing things about her. A year in captivity, and she still works to convince her father that he's blinded by hate. Amon reflects on how tragic it is that such a resourceful, well-trained girl allows herself to be chained by an alliance to those who do not care if she lives or dies—only if she's agreeable and smiles that pretty smile of hers as they break her apart.
Amon supposes it's natural for a nonbender child of privilege to mature without understanding social stratification. In her mind, everything can be solved with lotus petals and soft words, and it shows with her tact. He cannot find himself to loathe her or deem her a traitor.
Every meeting is the same. She'll snap at Amon, and then he'll leave.
"I don't converse with charlatans."
"Explain to me why I'm a charlatan."
Asami crosses her arms, then dares to raise her head, voice unwavering. "You don't care. You're using people's hatred to further your own power." She pauses for a moment, quelling the sorrow in her voice. "You took my father from me."
"If you join the Equalists, you will have a much larger family."
When he departs, deep, bitter tears wrack her body until exhaustion leadens her eyelids.