( It doesn't add up. Shealtiel hesitates, considering Azula's words as he continues to fidget with his own hands. If it really doesn't matter, if he really did nothing wrong, then— )
Why did you let go?
( His eyes are more cautious than they've ever been with her, before. Fingernails dig into the existing scars of his hand, his breathing slow. Cautious. )
...Why did you push me away, if I didn't do anything wrong?
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Why did you let go?
( His eyes are more cautious than they've ever been with her, before. Fingernails dig into the existing scars of his hand, his breathing slow. Cautious. )
...Why did you push me away, if I didn't do anything wrong?