《The Gaang reacts》Zuko and azula sentimental part.
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Me: today we are reacting to Zuko and azula again except more sentimental.
All: oh
Zuko: so like sad?
Me: I guess but also happy.
Sokka: how sad?
Me: not too sad just a little.
Katara: good we've seen. Really sad things I don't know if I could take really really sad.
Aang: same
Suki: well I'm looking forward to it.
Toph: eh let's just get this over with.
Me: okay let's start.
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All: wow!
Katara: everyone looks great and so mature.
Toph: no kidding.
Sokka: I thought this was supposed to be sad.
Me points at zuko.
Zuko with tears in his eyes
Zuko: I hope me azula can be close like that in the future and also with Mai and tylee taht would be so great. Mai looks so good and so do I.
Suki: you don't look to pleased with azula.
Zuko: maybe not but at least it doesn't look like we want to kill each other.
Aang: true.
Sokka: dang I know we look great in the future but Mai tylee and azula though they really grew.
Katara: agreed not only do we look great so do they.
Sokka: yeah well especially me I mean have you seen my arms they are huge.
Suki: yeah they sure are.
Zuko: well hopefully someday azula will get better and we can take a picture like this.
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(azula you should have to stand up for yourself one day you know)
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All: awwww
Aang: azula looks really sweet in that age.
Katara: she does.
Toph: she's sweet until she grew and became a person who like war and wants to see people suffer.
All: uhhh
Dolma: Toph is not wrong but dang Toph.
Toph: eh
Suki: Zuko did the is ever happen?
Zuko: uhhhhh no I don't think so from the looks of it this is just the start of when azula started to hate me. She was a sweet baby but as she grew her hatred for me grew. Plus azula is feisty she would stand up for her self.
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Suki: true.
Aang: that so sad that azula already didn't like you from a very young a age.
Zuko: yeah but the looks of it not yet but getting there.
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(Did dad get mad at you again.)
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Suki: how about this?
Zuko: not exactly I've seen like that and I have tried to comfort her but she would push me away.
Katara: wait there is something on the side it says
(No mom did)
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All: oh
Zuko: I guess that makes more sense now.
Sokka: it's weird how you parents took sides.
Zuko: my dad took my disasters side because she was great and my mom took my side I guess that's why we both resent the other parent.
Me: in the comics it was explained that the reason why Ozai started treating Zuko in a more worse way. It was because Ursa made a fake letter to her old lover that Zuko isn't Ozais but his.
Zuko: oh... old lover?
Me: yeah before ursa married ozai she was supposed to marry ikem I think that's the name but because since Ursa is the great greats daughter Azulon wanted ozai and her to be married.
Zuko: oh
Me: yeah this really broke ikem and Ursa and from the very beginning ozai was horrible.
Zuko: makes sense but if so was my happy ever happy even in my happy memories.
Aang puts his hand on his shoulder.
Zuko: why did my mom send a fake letter.
Me: when your parents got married ozai told Ursa that once they were married she has to cut all ties with her family and her past so years later ursa is sending letter to her hometown behind ozais back and ozai of course found out and ursa too so she sent a fake letter to make sure I'd ozai was really intercepting her letters.
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Zuko: explain why my father acted cruel because of that letter.
Me: well ozai was already cruel but he was being cruel to you because of that Letter mentioning that you are not his son he told ursa that he would start acting low-key you aren't because it was "her wish"
Zuko: oh.....
Me: anyway we are getting of track let's go on to the next one.
(Look Zuko I can firebend.)
(Awesome.)
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Zuko: ooh I can say for sure this happened but then once she learned how to fire bend it was hell for me.
Sokka: makes sense plus we have seen her burn your butt.
Zuko sighs
Zuko: yeah.
Katara: well at least this is a cute moment.
Aang: yeah something good to remember.
Suki: agreed.
Toph: sure.
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All: :(
Zuko: I hope one day this will happen.....
Aang: hopefully azula will get the leave that she needs and you will be there to help her find herself.
Katara: yes I hope for that.
Suki: yes hopefully azula will find happiness
Sokka: may we have moment of silence.
All:........
Toph: okay let's move on!
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All: awwww
Katara: so cute.
Suki: please say that this happened a
Zuko: yeah this did.
All: awwww
Sokka: azula kind of looks like ozai as a baby.
Katara: kind but I think that azula looks more like ursa.
Suki: yeah
Toph I see the ozai but I see the ursa too.
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Me: okay so what did you think?
Zuko: I guess this was quite sentimental but not really as well.
Me: yeah I guess so.
Aang: it was pretty sad and also very happy.
Sokka: yeah and the part of the comics taht you explained really have some insight.
Suki: yeah it sure does.
Toph: it explains some actions and dang Zuko your family problems are off the roof.
Zuko: yeah.....we'll I hope when. I have a family my family problems won't be this hectic.
Katara: yeah I hope for that for you your family line needs a break from drama.
Toph: no kidding.
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