Will someone please send a bottle of LIDLs vodka to my door it would be most appreciated, will donate love in words.
I’m not sure why I dislike this scene so much. It’s not that whenever I come across it I skim, it’s just that I hate seeing Azula this way, or pretty much any person in Azula’s position. I’m not saying that the show portrayed her as deserving her descent into mental instability (because that was just the theme of how good will trump evil) or that I enjoyed her merciless characteristics. It’s just deeply sad to see what disorganised values can actually do to a person when set on intangible things, like power and control.
It reminded me of Katara and Hama in a way, and how either had expressed the mark that the 100 year war had left on them. It was beyond anger — even so that it seemed to have obligation, and that is a force that stresses the fulcrum of what one does that is either aiding an end to the horror of war or taking it to create more.
And it would be so easy to slip into either one that it’s terrifying to think about which anyone could fall into, because we’re all diners at the same table choosing the same dishes, no matter who we are or where we’re sitting. It’s just unsettling.
You’re moving smoothly and slowly, Jack. Carrying your concentration like a brimming cup.