My brain is working way overtime to process this. Break her out? Is she craz-Oh wait, she is crazy. Never mind! Focus, Ty Lee! She just told you to break her out! What do I do now? I mean, breaking her out is illegal! But she called me a goody-goody! Well I sort of am one! No, I'm not! Oh, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?
"Ty Lee? What are you waiting around for?"
"Huh?" I quickly snap out of it. Azula's aura is a muddied red and she's glaring at me through the rusted metal bars. Great, she's already angry with me.
"Well?"
I twiddle my thumbs, not daring to look up at her.
"Azula, I can't. You're insane."
She rolls her amber eyes.
"That was over a month ago. They brought in some big-shot healer, she traipses around with her herbs, I get all better, blah, blah, blah, I'm waiting! Go knock out Dum-Dum's guards, get some keys, and unlock this despicable cell! I have errands to run. You're coming too, of course."
"Well, I might have already knocked out the guards because they wouldn't let me in. And I also have the keys, 'cause your cell was locked."
I hold up the keys. "Ta-da."
She smirks. "You're better at this than I thought you'd be."
I tuck the key ring back into my belt, and then look up. Azula is frowning at me, her golden eyes gleaming in the light of her blue fire.
"Ty Lee, what are you doing? Hurry up and unlock this cursed prison cell!"
I pull out the keys again.
"How do I know you won't drag me out to the middle of nowhere and leave me there? How do know I can trust you?"
She laughs. It's the first time I've heard her laugh in a long time.
"Ty Lee, you can never trust me. However, I give you my word that I won't leave you stranded alone somewhere. Now hurry up!"
Sighing, I fit the key into the lock, knowing I'll regret it someday. The lock creaks as I turn the lock, but it still works. We pull the door back (stupid heavy iron) and re-lock the door when Azula steps out of the 'despicable' cell. I look at Azula. Her aura is now an orangey red color. I smile. It's the same as it was when we were on the road two years ago.
Azula plucks at the fraying thread on her dingy red prison uniform.
"I need new clothes. And money to buy them."
So I end up searching 186 unconscious Fire Nation guards for money. Azula stole a hair tie from one of the female guards too. As we sneak out the back door, I glance at Azula's clothes.
"Azula, how in Agni are you going to buy new clothes when your current ones look like, well, a prison uniform?"
She just smiles. "Oh, I know a guy."
I roll my eyes. Same old Azula. No experience with boys, but she still 'knows a guy'.