Sometimes he regretted his life choices, the paths he had taken that had lead him to this. He was so tired now, he felt older every day.
“You’d think we were still at war,” he muttered.
Azula paused, pulling the cloth she’d been wiping his face with away.
“People have long memories and strong grudges,” she said.
Sokka grimaced, his teeth red with his own blood.
“Misplaced grudges. You’ve paid for your sins.”
“Not in all eyes,” Azula sighed.
Some had seen her pardon as betrayal.
Her golden eyes were gentle as she cleaned him. He had no regrets today.
Vengeance
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