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She watches as her world spins away before her in a perfect transition. She is then left with bottomless black; encircled, surrounded, enclosed, with only herself to blame. She's been beaten and she falls unconsciousness with pride and the beauty of a princess.
And mere seconds later her ear splitting scream pierces the sky above as her eyes glaze over, a distant gaze protruding from them. Shrouded in reds of her home, her nation, she lies on the ground and lets her salty tears spill over. She attempts to wipe them away with the heel of her hand but they keep falling in streams.
"I'm sorry," she whispers in a distant tone. But does she mean it? "I'm sorry!" she screams to the heavens and it all disappears; she regains consciousness. The black, misty, blurred atmosphere leaves a dark aura behind but sunlight still manages to break through.
Her eyes scrunch up out of impulse but the light still seeps through her eyelids. They slowly open and meet sunlight…and what else? that peasant girl looking over her. Katara smirks at Azula's dilemma and runs over to a figure lying lifeless on the ground. Now it's Azula's turn to smirk. And not only smirk but laugh. Throw her head back and laugh manically, that crazy look in her acute eyes.
She shakes the chains that are holding her down to the grate…but to no avail. But she doesn't care, her work here is done. Her brother is surely dead and not anyone can do anything about it.
There are no sounds but the whimpering of Katara who leans against Ex-Fire Prince Zuko's chest.
Azula's hair hangs loosely in front of her face, but she can still see the pain and sorrow in Katara's demeanor. This gives Azula another reason to laugh but causes her to fall back into darkness; her eyes close peacefully, a calm state washing over her.
"Zuko," Katara whispers as she lies still. There is nothing she can do but cry. And even that begins to have no effect and she is all out of tears. She hears no breathing and nor is his chest rising and falling in a perfect rhythm. He is dead, and she out of everyone knows it. No amount of water can save him now; he is in a deep slumber to never be awoken again.
Reassuring and comforting arms reach around her and she leans into them. They sit alone, silent and motionless as a sweeping look of relief crosses Azula's face. But she is ignored. She'll soon slip into unconsciousness again.
More figures join the Water Tribe girl and Air Nation boy as they stare at Zuko's lifeless body, surely contemplating on what punishment Azula really deserves. He will never be forgotten.