Of Burnt Badgermoles and Broken Dragons

by sappho-anaktoria

Azula never expected to leave the asylum; she never, ever expected anyone to care enough about her. But that's not the reason–it can't be. No one cares about her, and no one ever will. It makes no difference to her where she rots. [AzulaxToph] Spread the love, people :3

19. Without You

"How is she?" Zuko is standing in Toph's office. A small figure creeps past the door, but he has no time to wonder who it might be as Toph straightens up.

"She's fine. For someone who went out of her mind on the belief that she had to be better to be loved, she's doing remarkably well in the solitary cell that you prepared just for her, Fire Lord. You know nothing about her, so don't bother to learn."

Zuko narrows his eyes. "How is Azula, Toph?"

Toph snarls at him. "She's fine. Without you."