A/N: A very short fic, I know. More like a ficlet. But I think that it conveys everything I feel about Azula, and that additional length would only be pointless repetitions.
"I'm sorry it has to end this way…. brother."
"No. You're not."
She was. Somewhere, deep inside, a small part of her wished things had gone differently. Maybe if Mother hadn't left, and Father hadn't branded Zuko a traitor and banished him. Maybe if Mother had loved her like she had Zuko, and Zuko wasn't scared to play with her. Maybe if Mai and Ty Lee had stayed. Maybe then, somehow, everything would have been alright, and they would have won the war and lived together, like a family should.
It could never be. She knew that. Zuko was a weakling, and she had smiled and clenched her fist when Father burned him. She didn't care what Mother thought of her. Mai and Ty Lee were traitors, and not worthy of her friendship.
But somewhere, deep inside her heart, she hoped that maybe, somehow, somewhere, things could have gone differently.