You look at me and see a pretty girl, one out of seven, athletic but vapid and flirty and a bit dim, and you don’t see the hours and hours of dedication my acrobatism and my knowledge of chi paths takes; you see my fists, but you think you control where they go, who they attack; you see my love - not just for you, but for Mai and for Zuko and for my sisters and my parents and everyone else - but you’ve always thought love was weaker than fear, haven’t you, Azula?
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I’m not what you think I am.
You look at me and see a pretty girl, one out of seven, athletic but vapid and flirty and a bit dim, and you don’t see the hours and hours of dedication my acrobatism and my knowledge of chi paths takes; you see my fists, but you think you control where they go, who they attack; you see my love - not just for you, but for Mai and for Zuko and for my sisters and my parents and everyone else - but you’ve always thought love was weaker than fear, haven’t you, Azula?
So, no, I’m not what you think I am at all.