Azula glared at her brother. She was weary of speeches, tired of being told it was hard to be good, that she could become a hero if she wanted to, that she should do it for her happiness, her relationship with Ty Lee, her future family.

All the princess could say on the matter was, "We were heroes once. That was what we were supposed to be remembered as. That's what they all said we would be remembered as. Or have you forgotten?"

Zuko licked his lips and fell silent. Mai averted her eyes. Ty Lee was brave.

"History is written by the winners," said Ty Lee. "We just didn't get lucky."

"Luck is what losers call their failings," spat Azula, and she rose from the table.

Ty Lee pursued her as she stormed out of the room, and caught up to her in the hallway.

"Hey, princess-"

"I don't want to hear it. You're even worse than Zuko. Joining those peasant warriors who stood against us," Azula snarled, not regretting a single word although she knew she should not say them.

"We all make choices," said Ty Lee. "I chose to leave that life, no matter who I think was right in the war. I choose to be with you every single morning, every single afternoon, every single night."

"How heroic," Azula snarled.

"I choose to be with you even when you walk away," whispered Ty Lee, eyes glimmering.

Yet, despite her genuine words, Azula did just that, leaving Ty Lee behind.