Because I love Zuko more than I fear you

Because I love Zuko more than I fear you.

Zuko's ears were muffled by the wind and the crash of water along rocks as his girlfriend had betrayed the fire nation. How he wished he could have been there to listen to her, to see the mutinous face he knew was on his sister. Now they were both traitors, both exiles. He longed to leap over the railing and take her away with him. So he could explain, so he could make it all go away. So he could make her understand. But he couldn't. War waited for no one, and there was no one who understood war better than Fire Nation royalty. He knew one day the time would come, and it finally had.

Saving the jerk who dumped me.

Mai's blades flashed in the sunlight as hours of training quickly took out the guards. Azula's eyes were murderous, and her bottom lip was curled up in rage. Mai shook her head. Azula would never understand because she was too brainwashed to be revived. Just like the Fire Lord, the officials. Sharp as steel but gluttonous. Like Admiral Zhao that would never see daylight again. Sooner or later, Azula would find out she had been played, that her father never intended to make her his successor. She would find out that like herself, everyone else had their own agenda. And then one day maybe she would stumble upon the old diary Mai had snuck into her room before they departed. The one with the carefully written letter she'd written hours before they left, in haste. Mai would never conform into Azula's first mate. The only boat she would crew on was Zuko's.