Conflicted (n): a mental struggle,
He hated that she looked at him like that, like he was something disgusting, like he was a monster.
"I knew I should have never trusted you!" she snarled. The words stung deeper than the look, although he would not tell the girl that.
"I warned you what would happen if you opposed us," Zuko argued softly. He was orded by his sister to not go near the captive but he found it hard to follow her commands, especially since she was the younger sibiling. "I had no choice."
The girl's laugh was hollow but full of mockery. She tossed her head back, exposing the brusies that had formed from the bending-nullifier collar that had been around her neck—a precaution Aula had taken just in case the girl knew how to bend with her mouth, and one that Zuko saw fit to remove immediately once he had heard. Her chained hands and legs however, remained.
"You must be so proud of yourself," the girl snappped, her eyes a furious haze of magenta. "You fooled everyone…even me." A brief sadness flashed across the girl's face but it was gone a moment later, leaving Zuko to doubt it was there in the first place.
A wave of shame ran hot through his body. He took in the girl's disheveled appearance coupled with the less than sanitary surroundings and felt another bout of shame shoot through him.
The girl noticed the prince's discomfort and sneered. "Admiring your work, Prince Zuko?" The open contempt in the girl's tone made the boy step back. He opened his mouth to say something – anything to reassure the girl that he was not her enemy but the sound of the Hold door opening stopped him.
"Well, well, well, looks like you couldn't stay away from her, huh Zuzu? Came to look upon the prisoner before she's shipped off to the Boiling Rock?" The smug face of the Fire Nation's cruel princess appeared from the darkness. She regarded the chained girl with cold eyes.
"I can understand your urge to look upon her," Azula confessed, her eyes burning into the girl's face, "there is something delicous about bringing someone to their knees and crushing the fight from them."
Zuko and Azula both knew how heavy the chains around the girl's limbs were – they were usually used to keep the rhinos from sliding around under the Hull – and yet the tiny female moved as if they were light as a feather. She was at the bars of her cell in the blink of an eye, staring the slighly surprised Azula in the face.
Her fingers burned hotly, itching to dig into the face of the princess – but the chains did their job and she was forced to be content with the cruel thoughts in her head.
Calls from above deck brought the three's attention to the low hanging ceiling – it seemed they were pullig into dock.
"A shame," Azula sighed. She turned her attention briefly to the captive, offering her a teeth-grinding, sickly-sweet smile. "We were just getting to be friends!" She turned her back on the cell and started for the door, calling for her brother to follow.
Zuko looked torn between staying where he was and following his sister; he cut his eyes to the magenta-hued girl, as if asking for an answer. She scoffed softly and turned her back on the boy; she would offer him no help. He sighed sadly before following after his sister.
"Once a Fire Nation dog, always a Fire Nation dog."
The Banished Prince slammed the door after him.
Arising from opposing demands or impulses