“The real Phoenix is Azula,” Ursa told Zuko shortly before her death.
He looked up at Azula who was sitting vigil by his bedside. He raised his hand to her face. “Don’t cry. Everyone dies sometime.”“Oh you are such a fool.”
“I know.” He smiled at her. “You are the Phoenix, that’s what mother told me. You keep reinventing yourself. After the Agni Kai, after we found mother, after your illness when you couldn’t walk, when you lost the baby.” Azula brushed her sleeves against her eyes. “After Sokka’s death, when I began to fear you wouldn’t get out of bed. You do. You get up, and you carry on. That’s what mother told me Azula, all those years ago. What will you be now.”
“An only child. But I don’t want to be…”
“I know. But you will be. And you will carry on. You have your children and grandchildren, your work. Your charities. You are the Phoenix. You will carry on. Remember that, if nothing else.”
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