Katara stepped into Aang's hut. He was meditating.
"Aang, Azula is here." She said quietly. He simply nodded. Katara walked out of the hut and into the sun. Sokka would be staying the night. She ran out to greet her brother. She embraced him warmly, and welcomed him back into the hut.
"Master Pakku and grangran are at the Northern Water Tribe." Katara started.
"Ah. I hope you two can keep Azula secure."Sokka replied.
"She is a handful, but I'm sure we can contain her."
"Sure. Call me if you need help."
Katara smiled at her brother, and they shared a meal together. Aang came in a little later, and they told stories of their time together, evading the fire nation, meeting the blind bandit, and so forth.
Sokka left in the morning. Azula stayed in her hut, refusing to let anyone see her. The truth was, she was hurting. A lot.
Azula's POV
I sat in front of a small mirror Katara waterbended for me. They had put me in a wheelchair, but my legs refused to move. I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking of how far I had fallen. My hair down, sweeping across my shoulders. I admired myself, it was true. I was too vain to even acknowledge defeat. I was a cheater and a liar, undeserving of even the slightest bit of love. I took advantage of the ones who loved me, and manipulated the people who actually cared about me. I was the one who was like father, not Zuko. Zuko had something I would never have. Honor. He was honest 95% of the time, and I wasn't. I picked up the letter from Zuko. I reheated the seal, to make it look unbroken with the little fire I had left. It was still blue at least. I slid my fingernail under the seal, and it cracked. I unrolled, pretending to read it for the first time. I let my fingers glide over the inked words, stopping at Your loving brother, Zuko. No, he hadn't cast me off. He was protecting me, from myself. In a place where my father's influence was nonexistent, I could maybe heal. I doubt it though, I tell myself. I'm sadistic, it's true, and undeserving of any redemption, unworthy of the slightest bit of affection. I'm so torn, between the truth and the lies I've been fed my entire life. I touch the words on the page once more, letting my eyes read, to see something, the love my brother has for me. Still, five words pound in my brain.
"Who could love a monster?"
I let the tear stream down my face. They are hopeless tears, the tears that I will waste away, forgotten, unloved.
Katara's POV? (It switches; sorry)
Katara gently helped Azula into her bed. Azula seemed very quiet. Not planning quiet, but the type of quiet at a funeral. Grieving, lost silence fills the room, and there are only two of us. She pulls the covers over herself and rolls away from me. That's fine. I suspected she would be cold and hard towards me. Whatever. Aang kept asking his past lives what to do. Kyoshi kept saying justice, but Aang countered she had never really outright killed anybody. Kyoshi said an attempt on the Avatar's life was enough. He would find a way to deal with it. I was just support and meals. Night had fallen as I stepped out of the hut, and I walked back to my hut. I quickly changed into night clothes and climbed into bed. Aang's light was still on, but I didn't want to bother him. I lay in bed, tossing and turning. What do we do with Azula? Taking away her bending seems so cruel. I mean, she's demented. She sees things. But she also could be a serious asset to the Fire Nation. Aang has to come up with something, hopefully soon.