( Why do those words make him so uncomfortable? He feels... angry. At Azula? For Azula? It's a bit of both, and his fingers curl tighter around his fork. He's using his left hand, he realizes, and the fork drops to his plate just as quickly. )
Stop.
( The words are tense, and when he looks to Azula again, his eyes are rather intense. His emotions always have a way of truly overflowing from them, and it's no different now. Pained, upset, but still so questioning. )
Stop... talking about yourself like that. I don't know what your actual father or your story-fake-father said to you, but you've only ever been patient with me. I'm the one who shouldn't—
( A pause, a breath. )
...You made a mistake. But someone preyed on you. That part isn't your fault, so stop talking about it like it is.
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Date: 2023-07-25 06:14 am (UTC)Stop.
( The words are tense, and when he looks to Azula again, his eyes are rather intense. His emotions always have a way of truly overflowing from them, and it's no different now. Pained, upset, but still so questioning. )
Stop... talking about yourself like that. I don't know what your actual father or your story-fake-father said to you, but you've only ever been patient with me. I'm the one who shouldn't—
( A pause, a breath. )
...You made a mistake. But someone preyed on you. That part isn't your fault, so stop talking about it like it is.