"Mom..."

She was sobbing. The older woman held her, gently. "Mom, I... I'm sorry. About what I said before..."

"Azula...", the other whispered. "How could you ever doubt it? You're my daughter, I'd love you no matter what."

"I'm sorry..."

"Sshhh..." She kissed her. Her hands wandered.

"Mmm... That's good. Ohh..."

"What of you, Azula...?" A silent moan from the girl. "Do you hate me? I abandoned you. I preferred my son over you. Where mother must always love her daughter, the daughter still has all the right to hate her... Do you hate me?"

A silence. Some whimpering.

"No..." Another kiss, this time by the girl. "I love you, mom... I'll always love you..." Her hands left wandering, too.

"Ohh... I can see that."

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"Wonder what she's dreaming?"

"I have no idea," doctor Weng responded. "But she is smiling. Perhaps the treatment is finally paying off."