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OOC: Okay, seriously, I AM SORRY FOR THE FLIST SPAM. D: Shit's going down with her (for example, in this post- have a brain-broken, completely distraught Azula, as per the series finale!), and so... yeah. And she's too "DDDD:" at the moment to realize that she didn't lock this.

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No.

She wasn't lying before, she is lying NOW. She doesn't know what she's saying. No.

Ty Lee...

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Yeah. I promised. But, Azula, you're just...being so...mopey.

((I'm sensing they'll probably/might hook up again...And memory wipe might be fun...))

And why do you think that is?

I was fine before. You just-

OOC: XDD I am TOTALLY planning on using it to screw around with her head a bit. Like, every once in a while she'll remember just a *tiny* piece of something for just a split second, or she'll see Ty Lee around the comm and be all, "... I have no idea who you are and I don't really care who you are but for some reason, the fact that you're overly cheery and completely irritating doesn't make me want to kill you. WHAT'S WITH THAT. O.O"

You're taking this way too seriously.

You don't know what this is doing. You couldn't possibly understand.

You can get yourself out of this.

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That's exactly what I'm doing.

A mindwipe.

Yes.

No. Get some chocolate. Sit in a corner. Eat it. Yell at some servants. That's how you get over it.

It's different for you. You have... others.

I just had you.

Azula. I said it wasn't for forever.

You said you weren't sure.

Ty Lee... you did this once. It... I don't know what it did. Now you're doing it again.

I'm not going to let it happen a third time. Trust... it's a nice idea, but it's just not practical.

So you're just going to forget it ever happened. Good luck with that.

You know I can't stay in one place too long. You know that.

Yes. I can't... I need to.

That doesn't mean that you have to cut me off. Stop being friends.

It was different for me, Ty Lee. You enjoy surrounding yourself with important, powerful people, and you probably thought it felt nice to fall asleep against my shoulder, but for me it was just... different.

I don't care about people, Ty Lee. They mean nothing to me. But I care about you. In this case, however, without reciprocation, I'd just rather... not.

I'm not cutting you off.

... Look, I...

Just nevermind.

You refuse to explain anything. You refuse to let me explain anything.

... You're right. Things will be better when I have no idea who you are.

We've talked about it so much already. It'll just go around in circles.

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If you think like that, then fine. It's not like I could change your mind anyways.

Really. Because every conversation I remember having about it ended up with you skipping out. Your refusal to listen is infuriating.

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No, you couldn't. But why would you want to?

My what?! You drove me away with the same questions over and over. And then you started sounding like such a wuss.

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I don't think I should tell you.

I. AM NOT. A WUSS.

Tell me. It's not like I'll remember.

"Ty Lee, no. You don't have any idea...

I need to talk to you. I need to explain...

Ty Lee, you promised. You promised; you can't break that promise, I need...

You don't know what you're doing..."

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"Before I leave, I'm going to catch your show."

Fine. Catch my show.

I don't care.

You didn't even catch the reference, did you?

And you still haven't told me why you wouldn't want me to forget you. Is it because you wouldn't be able to attempt your psychological torture anymore? No more trying to lull me into a false sense of security so that you can throw everything back in my face?

OOC: Sorry, pressed submit too soon. >.>

I caught it. Oh, yes. I did. I don't care. You're not going to make me say yes this time.

I don't dig pyscho-whatsit torture.