I scoff when I first hear you
- I didn't do anything wrong
Nice try, Zuko, but you're (always) second-best to Azula
Especially when it comes to lieslieslies thrust through your teeth
Surprised to see me? I have connections
Not all girls possess bitter hardened uncles with vengeful streaks, don't you know?
By the way, there's a thin line between love and hate, and I just crossed it
A scroll this time. A fucking scroll.
I didn't mean to, you protest, I never meant to hurt you
Excuses are the refuge of cowards
It's too late, anyway, because I would like to hurt you
But even if I ripped off your skin and snapped your ribcage open
Even if I tore out your still-beating heart (you never did quit while you were ahead)
- I could not force you to ingest my pain
Oh, so this is about the Fire Nation, isn't it?
Not about the shadow woman you just so happen to be betrothed to
My mistake, many apologies, should we start over?
Good mourning
Traitortraitortraitor, that is what you are, no matter how you try to pretty it up
Do you recall the time we spent together?
Your hot breath on my neck, the rustle of silk as you slipped your hand under my tunic
Sand and seashells, fruit tarts and palanquin rides
Or has all of this vanished from your memory like smoke?
I even gave you my maidenhead one frenzied night
I was fifteen and a fool and the house was silent as a mausoleum
You stroked my hair and whispered that you loved me in my ear
(Love? Neither of us know what that word means)
It hurt in the beginning and I wasn't sure as to what the hell I was doing
But when I sheathed you fully, I felt like we occupied the same place in the universe
Like we were both burning as the sun does
And despite Mother's warnings, despite your seed between my thighs, despite the blood on the sofa
I did not feel like a dirty slut
Why am I telling you this? It won't sway you
I might have given you the most valuable thing I had, shattered my mask
But all I got in return was a dagger in the back (how fitting)
I shouldn't be keeping score- love is not a victory march
Only you've made your bed (it's not ours) and now you can lie in it
Maybe once you get out of here (believe me, no prison can hold you for long)
You can shack up with that water whore- all in the spirit of harmony, of course!
No, guard, Zuko is right (for once), I don't need protection
A clever double entendre, but not enough to make me laugh, not at this moment
I run to the door; you are faster, and slam it shut
Can't risk me stopping your grand plans, as per usual
A final glance through the slat- gold meets grey meets rage meets regret
You love your honor more than you'll ever love me, I realize, all too late
Just remember this, Zuko
- I can see you now.
