( Shealtiel isn't sure what he's hoping to accomplish with this conversation. Is there even a goal? He's afraid, afraid and emotional, and so he reaches to try and grip Azula's shoulder, desperate for her to understand. )
It hurts more. I'm tired of being alone. I've hurt people before, too, and I know I'm nothing but a burden, but I...
( His voice wavers as he speaks, but his eyes look straight at Azula, not wanting to part. )
I want to work past that! Can't we work through things like this together? Aren't we friends? Can't we be... ( He cuts himself off there, though. )
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( Shealtiel isn't sure what he's hoping to accomplish with this conversation. Is there even a goal? He's afraid, afraid and emotional, and so he reaches to try and grip Azula's shoulder, desperate for her to understand. )
It hurts more. I'm tired of being alone. I've hurt people before, too, and I know I'm nothing but a burden, but I...
( His voice wavers as he speaks, but his eyes look straight at Azula, not wanting to part. )
I want to work past that! Can't we work through things like this together? Aren't we friends? Can't we be... ( He cuts himself off there, though. )