I really sort of hate the way I chose to write this part of the series, the "he"/"she" format. It works for them, but by golly is it hard! That would also explain why this one's quite short, although I like to think it fits this first one. (In case it's not clear, Sokka is visiting Azula in the mental asylum. There are two more parts to this.)
Disclaimer: I'd like a Sokka, but unfortunately neither he nor Azula are mine.
Jasmine – Visiting Hours part 1
He brings her a peace offering: a cup of tea. "I didn't know what you like," he says apologetically, offering it to her through the bars. "So I brought jasmine. Your uncle said it would help calm you."
She ignores it, and looks at him, narrowing her eyes. "Why are you here?"
He doesn't answer, merely setting the cup on the floor of her cell and commenting, "He's doing fine, in case you're wondering. Your uncle, I mean."
She snorts. "Why should I care about him? The old fool was a traitor to his entire nation and to his own family. He and Zuko – they mean nothing to me."
He nods, as one does to indicate interest in a conversation and keep it going. "So you don't really have any family anymore, do you? I mean, not that you'll acknowledge."
She stiffens and asks, "What do you mean?"
He continues. "You've practically disowned Zuko and Iroh, your mother is gone, and your father is…"
She glares at him, her piercing golden eyes hawk-like. A silent dare to finish his sentence.
He sees that and quickly rewords what he had been thinking. "…out of the picture. You're all alone. That's kind of sad."
She doesn't move, except for a barely perceptible twitch of her left eye. "How is this any of your concern?"
He shrugs. "It's not. I just think it's pretty sad, you being here with no one missing you at all."
She rolls her eyes. "Like I believe that. Zuko sent you here, didn't he? He wanted to make sure I was rotting away in here, out of his way."
He freezes for a second, then looks right into her eyes and replies, "No. I came here of my own accord. I don't think Zuko even knows I'm here."
She returns his stare and sees that, whatever his actual motives are, he is telling the truth. He has chosen to be here. She thinks, Why would you come here to see me? and begins to voice the question, but something stops her.
He turns, seeing he will get nothing more out of her. "Look, this has been fun and all, but I've got to get back before they miss me." At the door, he looks back once more. The tea, along with her, has disappeared into the shadows.