My family's pretty messed up. I'm pretty sure a memory showing that is going to pop out of stardust or whatever, soon, so....
[ he's right but i'm waiting for the right dramatique timing ]
... All my dad cares about is power. My little sister's the same. We were basically.... pitted against each other ever since we both learned firebending. [ a beat. ] It's... like your thing with bones, but fire. [ thanks zuko ]
My sister's a born prodigy, and a lot like him. I could never measure up, and..... well, I spent years chasing after my father's love. [ he points at his scar. ] He's the one who did this, when I was a kid. [ he's 16 ] He also banished me for talking out of turn. For three years, I was obsessed with pleasing him, thinking it was my honor that I wanted. I was angry, and I lashed out at everyone, including the one person who did love me. But the real person I was angry at was myself. Deep down, I felt like it was my fault, for not being good enough, strong enough. That if only I could prove I was the son he wanted to be, he'd finally accept me.
But that wasn't the reality. The reality was that he's just a cruel and horrible person, that he never cared in the first place, and I didn't deserve to be treated that way.
[oh. she listens, sympathetic, her face complicated but a bit softer than it usually was.]
I'm sorry. [she means it genuinely.] I never had a sibling, but I think... [she swallows slightly.] I understand a little what you mean. [she chews on her lip.]
My parents were awful people, too, really. I was a prodigy, the daughter they had always wanted, so they treated me well. They were abhorrent to Gideon. She was an orphan, but the only other child in the House my age growing up. She always thought it had to do with her, but she was just a persistent reminder of their own regrets and shortcomings, and they took it out on her brutally. And I became a monster just as they were, treating her and everyone else cruelly and as though they were beneath me, knowing all along how conditional my parents' affection for me was; that I would have had no use to them if I was not the perfect heir.
[so the truth is harrow is azula coded as much as she is mei coded.]
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[ he's right but i'm waiting for the right dramatique timing ]
... All my dad cares about is power. My little sister's the same. We were basically.... pitted against each other ever since we both learned firebending. [ a beat. ] It's... like your thing with bones, but fire. [ thanks zuko ]
My sister's a born prodigy, and a lot like him. I could never measure up, and..... well, I spent years chasing after my father's love. [ he points at his scar. ] He's the one who did this, when I was a kid. [ he's 16 ] He also banished me for talking out of turn. For three years, I was obsessed with pleasing him, thinking it was my honor that I wanted. I was angry, and I lashed out at everyone, including the one person who did love me. But the real person I was angry at was myself. Deep down, I felt like it was my fault, for not being good enough, strong enough. That if only I could prove I was the son he wanted to be, he'd finally accept me.
But that wasn't the reality. The reality was that he's just a cruel and horrible person, that he never cared in the first place, and I didn't deserve to be treated that way.
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I'm sorry. [she means it genuinely.] I never had a sibling, but I think... [she swallows slightly.] I understand a little what you mean. [she chews on her lip.]
My parents were awful people, too, really. I was a prodigy, the daughter they had always wanted, so they treated me well. They were abhorrent to Gideon. She was an orphan, but the only other child in the House my age growing up. She always thought it had to do with her, but she was just a persistent reminder of their own regrets and shortcomings, and they took it out on her brutally. And I became a monster just as they were, treating her and everyone else cruelly and as though they were beneath me, knowing all along how conditional my parents' affection for me was; that I would have had no use to them if I was not the perfect heir.
[so the truth is harrow is azula coded as much as she is mei coded.]