031. Mother “Say it.” “No.” “Say it.” “No!” “Azula, saying it out loud will help you deal with your problems.” Sokka said reproachfully. “I do NOT have problems!” Azula shouted indignantly, twin jets of blue flames shot out of her fists. Sokka raised his eyebrows. “Say it, Azula.” Azula sighed wearily, “I have mother issues.” Sokka smiled, “That’s my girl.” 032. Steel “So…what kind of steel is that made of?” Azula asked, trying to make some kind of attempt to socialize with the elder... read more
