"Why did you kiss her?"
"I don't know, father."
A scream.
"My dear daughter…" A caress; a bruise. "This process will end sooner if you're honest with me." Something like a smile. "Now why did you kiss her?"
"I…She…I…I…I seem to have developed feelings for her."
Another scream.
"Why did you kiss her?"
"I…"
"Azula."
"She…her attire was befitting."
"Her attire?"
"I found her…charming."
The screams grow more frenzied.
"Why did you kiss her?"
Silence.
"Don't test my patience."
"I…Father, I don't…please–"
"Just answer the question, Azula. Remember your manners."
"…I didn't, father. She kissed me. It was an assault. She needs to learn to control her desire; her actions are punishable by law."
The screaming escalates into nothingness.
"Good girl."