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... Why am I letting it get to me so much? It's not as if she's ever acted like she likes me, or does much more than tolerate me.

I guess it's just because I've never really been hated before. Just feared, and I know she's got no reason to do that. Not like I'm fireproof anymore, and if I was that dangerous to her worldview I'd probably have convinced her by now.

Still, it... hurts. It almost physically hurts...

Current Mood: crushed

Zel was in a very good mood. Quite apart from feeling as if he was drunk out of his mind, he was almost certain he'd actually managed to win an argument with Azula for the first time in... ever. He managed to force himself to stop being smug, being aware, if only through a haze of alcohol he hadn't actually consumed, that this would not be useful in helping Azula.

He was still having trouble with the concept of her not wanting his help - surely if the virus was that bad she should welcome someone willing to help her relieve it? Eventually he dismissed it as Azula being her normal difficult self and decided that she'd surely warm up to the idea eventually. He couldn't help giggling a little at the unintentional pun in his own internal monologue, either.

He hummed happily to himself as he he gave a slightly arrhythmic knock at the door to her room. "Hello, Fire Lord?" he called out.