AN: I've been working on another fic, hence the slower updates. It's gonna be a pretty serious one oh my god what am I turning into.
"I have everything I've ever wanted, but it's not at all how I thought it would be!"
Several dimensions over, countless women swooned over their TV and computer screens as Zuko delivered this hauntingly angsty line.
Iroh still refused to look at him, facing the prison wall. He spoke quietly, so softly that Zuko thought he might have imagined it. "What did you expect?"
"What did I expect?" Zuko echoed dramatically. "I… I don't know what I expected. I'm back with my girlfriend, but she gets off more on bossing around servants than she does when we make out… I thought Azula would be constantly antagonizing me, but she's been weirdly nice, and that's really been setting me on edge. Like, I can't sleep at night because I'm afraid she's plotting something."
"Hm," Iroh interjected understandingly. Somehow, he had acquired a cup of hot tea from within the wall of the prison. Such were his superhuman powers.
Zuko continued, "I thought Dad would take me go-carting, or fishing, or at least play catch with me, but all he does is talk to me about slaughtering Earth Kingdom civilians and how he'd like to feel power run through his veins as he bathes in the blood of innocents… I don't know. I've lost interest in the luxuries of being a prince that kept me happy before I was banished. My relationships — no, my life — feels fake, and empty."
Iroh rose his cup in a toast. "Thas depression babey."