His eyes fluttered open, and the world that greeted him was blurry and unfocused.
"Ah, you've finally woken up. Good."
It took a moment for his pain-addled mind to recognise the voice, and then pure terror began to emerge. He chanced a look to the side.
She sat on a chair at his bedside, her posture so casual that he couldn't help but stare in confused disbelief.
"The rest of your little friends weren't as lucky," Azula remarked.
Despair began to brew deep inside him as memories flooded back. The invasion had failed, and they had lost.
It was over.