Right and Wrong

A/N: Okay! Exams: OVER!!! Let's party!!! Okay, let's not party. Last time Dove party, Dove hurt back...and leg. Dove's pointe teacher was not very happy with Dove.

No longer talking the thrid person, as promised! This part...don't ask. My mind doesn't think to well after starting school, which was when I wrote this part. Oops.

Disclaimer: Ha, seriously, I have two life-long dreams: to jump into the TV and take my bestest buddy of an OC with me and 'accidentially' push him and Azula down a ditch in the middle of a remote forest, and to own Avatar. I'm posting my writing here, which do you think is more likely to come true? Oh, yeah, I don't own Avatar if that wasn't made clear for some odd reason...sarcasm.

"Katara, I really don't think this is a good idea," Aang said as she dragged him by his wrist down the hallway the next morning. "I mean, just because Azula's weak and all doesn't mean she's changed."

"At least she can't hurt you, just give it a shot."

"She killed me, Katara!"

"Yeah, and you killed her father. You're even now."

"Don't remind me," he shivered as though he was beginning to regret having done so.

"Just trust me, okay?" Katara smiled oh-so sweetly and Aang couldn't help but trust her then, giving her an easier time as she pulled him through the halls.

As they reached the door and Katara knocked, Aang did start to doubt her. After all, Azula was the empress of evil, the princess of pain, the bringer of bad things, and the list goes on and on. She'd killed him, manipulated her own brother several times, attempted in killing her uncle, followed by imprisoning him, and brought a middle-aged man to his knees without bending a single flame!

"It's open," a dull voice called and Aang guessed it to be Mai's.

Katara shrugged and carefully pushed the door open with one hand, keeping her other tightly around Aang's wrist. Once they were actually in the room, she finally let go and he could begin to feel his hand again. He glanced up from his pained wrist and saw the three of them: Mai and Zuko sitting together at the foot of Azula's bed, and Azula herself. She lay asleep, seemingly peaceful and breathing softly. Aang couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her; after all, he knew what that pain felt like. She'd wake up in due time and not wanna move because everything would hurt so badly.

"Good morning," Katara smiled brightly and looked to Zuko and Mai. They looked up and nodded.

Aang didn't speak and Katara jabbed him with her elbow. He got the picture and after the dull pain in his side disappeared, he also said 'good morning' to the couple. He got the same answer Katara did.

Any silent moment was awkward; like the tension of the war still existed, but since it technically didn't, they weren't sure to be friendly or to stay hostile.

At last, Katara's eyes strayed to Azula and she broke the silence. "How is she?" she asked, "Did she sleep well?"

"As far as we know," Zuko answered to the wall. "She never woke up last night."

"She's not sick or anything is she?"

"No."

"Want me to wake her?" Mai said before another silence could fall.

"I don't know…I mean, what happened yesterday was pretty tiring for her and all. Maybe we should just let her rest." The waterbender continued, "So long as she doesn't appear sick or in any kind of pain, that is. But when she wakes up, I need to know." She snapped her hand around Aang's wrist and pulled him behind her again. As she placed her other hand on the door handle, she added, "You don't have to stay with her either; she'll be fine if she wakes and no one's here."

With that said, they left the room and let Mai and Zuko make their decision whether or not they would stay.

"Katara," Aang said once they were down the hall a little ways, "Do you feel sorry for her?"

It was quiet for a moment before she answered. "Yes, a little bit, I suppose. A lot of what happened to her was deserved, but not all of it. She was evil, but not that evil."

"But wasn't she just doing what she was brought up to do? How does that make her deserving of anything?"

"She tried to kill you and her uncle, tore down Ba Sing Se …"

"Yeah, but that's how she was raised. She grew up where taking over cities was a second nature and to harm those who dared stand in her way. To her, that's what was right."

"Aang, you're making this a lot more complicated than it needs to be."

"Just listen, though. I understand that she probably is not the greatest younger sister, or daughter, and can be very manipulative at times, but if she was only doing what she thought was right…is she still wrong?"

A/N: Yes, I mess with the minds of others. I was having a bad week with philosiphy...at least that's what people kept calling it.