Extra : “You think I *care?*” Azula grunted, painted lips spreading and cracking into a slow grin. “You’re the last one. And you… *you* work under me, remember?” Correction, you worked for Ozai, her father. But would you tell her that? No. You wouldn’t even dare to let a word utter from your lips, unless it was in agreement. The fear creeped up - fear of becoming like all the other countless servants and others who were killed by her command. “You will find my brother. You will kill him.”