[He's seen her comments to others. He only has a vague clue as to who this Cain is, but... its very clear he's terrified Azula.
And you know what? Despite the very clear lines drawn in the sand between them, all the old dragon can see is a little girl that refused to cry over scraped knees or the knocks and bruises that made little girls and boys cry. Azula had always been good at holding in what she perceived to be weakness. She refused comfort even when she'd scraped her knees raw in her training, no doubt she would be the same now. So, he just leaves her a simple line, from the folk tales of Agni, the first Fire Lord.]
No need to fear the night, the sun always rises after it.
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And you know what? Despite the very clear lines drawn in the sand between them, all the old dragon can see is a little girl that refused to cry over scraped knees or the knocks and bruises that made little girls and boys cry. Azula had always been good at holding in what she perceived to be weakness. She refused comfort even when she'd scraped her knees raw in her training, no doubt she would be the same now. So, he just leaves her a simple line, from the folk tales of Agni, the first Fire Lord.]
No need to fear the night, the sun always rises after it.