For Zuko

Seifer had never visited Azula's hut before, either before or after the girl's disappearance. He had never needed to and there had never been anyone there who'd want to see him. There still wasn't, actually. But he had something he had to do.

If there was any chance of forgetting why, he only had to feel the soreness and bruising in his limbs to be clued in. A little reminder of yesterday's activities.

Seifer had accepted a long time ago that a lot of people didn't like him and he didn't really mind it. He'd always thought that said more about them then it did about him. And he was a mercenary, who had always been perfectly aware that some of his friendships might end in violence or death.

But still, the fact that someone he liked, someone he respected, had decided so coldly that he was only worthy of death, was a hard thing to ignore. Especially since she hadn't even tried to give him a fight, give him a real send off but was just content to leave his body to the dinosaurs like it was trash.

He didn't want to be that person, he wanted to be admired, to be a hero, to have friends who would die for him. And the person he'd seen in those tapes would never be that person, and if he was being honest, the person he was whenever he had a weapon in his hand wasn't that person either. People saw him with a blade drawn and they saw a monster.

He was going to have to do something about that.

He knocked once upon the door of Azula's hut, and waited coolly for a response, his face showing no sign of unease or worry.