For two days, she sat alone in the dark, eating whatever food it was that the guards threw at her. They were earthbenders; they hated her for crimes she never committed, and simply because they could–who would report them for torturing a war criminal who deserved to die, anyway? She was no longer the famed Princess of the Fire Nation. She was scum, worth no more than the dirt she slept on. She would scream out to the dark world pressing down, the anguish oftentimes too much for even her wretched soul to bear.
There was never any answer.