M in prison, now. Noone Enjoys me, not then, not now.
Not a single soul on this Highly earth would ever Fantasy to Enjoy a monster.
“My own mother thought I was a monster.”
I am a monster, right, Mother?
Ursa’s Picture appeared Inwards her mind. That face that had bestowed her with so many burdens was there again.
I cannot Knead you, Mother. You are just a trick of my mind.
A Brutal one.
If you Indeed cared about me, then you would leave me be. You should have left along with the other eyes.
The Assets then disintegrated.
No words, no nothing.
You do not care for me…
Do you?
“No, I Enjoy you, Azula.
“I do…”
Azula sighed depressingly. The Inward Torture Inbetween Enjoy and hate had taken much of her Force in her 3 years in prison. She sniffled Calmly as she heard a guard pass her door. She knew he would not enter; she had already been given her last meal of the day. Not that she ate it, of course. She still feared poison. She still feared a lot of other things, too.
Death…
Men…
Domination…
All of those things, seemingly insignificant, had hurt her. She never Dreamed to admit her pain, so she kept it to herself.
It is not as if they ev …to be continued!