Zuko (
restoringhonor) wrote2011-08-10 05:42 pm
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six ➢ voice
I'm not sure what's worse. Being a kid or being a ferret.
Or an old person.
... I'm not affected. How often do floods affect our ages, anyway?
[Private to Vanessa and Narvin, separately. Narvin's comes much later.]
I have your knives.
Or an old person.
... I'm not affected. How often do floods affect our ages, anyway?
[Private to Vanessa and Narvin, separately. Narvin's comes much later.]
I have your knives.
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[It would be sarcasm but really she's been so consistently snarky that there's no difference.]
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[He loves his friends, okay. :c]
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If you'd been prepared, you wouldn't have had to let someone finish your fight for you.
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I don't care who stopped Azula. We're alive, and she's not in control. That's all that matters.
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[Her grip is shifting slightly on the knives before she trails off, forcing herself to calm again.]
If I had even had the chance to learn to fight like my father could. But they took that all away from me. How can any method of ending that be wrong?
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I'm here, stuck in a cage with a monster like Arthas, for a reason, while the man who threw tournaments and feasted in Northrend while we starved to death walks free as a warden.
Tell me, what reason is that?
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Fine. You want history? Arthas was the prince of Lordaeron before he betrayed his people, slaughtered cities, murdered his own father, and tried to kill every living thing. Everything. He raised his enemies from the dead to make them serve him and watch them suffer. There are countries where nothing is left but the undead.
And he was the King of Stormwind's oldest friend.
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Forced to crawl to wardens for my own things and skills to have against the next time he or someone else like him [Sveta] decides we should all be dead.
With you sitting above it all, ruling that what I do just isn't good enough.
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What's your point?
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[Still glaring at him, she drops Narvin's knives deliberately to the floor and heads for the door, stopping for a moment to say:]
Don't talk about me to the Wardens. I'll hear about it and so will everyone else.
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