[Azula stares for a moment as she listens and she wants it to be a lie. She wills it to be a lie. She couldn't lose. She's perfect. She's the favored child, poised to be the next Fire Lord. How could it all simply be taken away from her? How could she go insane? She wouldn't. She had control. She tightens one hand into a fist and then relaxes it by force of will. Her voice is eerily calm.]
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So. According to you, I lose everything.