Azula’s state was lebih than fragile. He was only doing what he thought was best at the time. She was still chained to the iron gate when they arrived to take her away. This was her third major break since the comet—fourth if one included the one on the hari of the comet. Zuko forced himself to watch; she was still putting up a fight—a good one at that. Screaming fire, jerking violently, attempting to bite them if they got close enough.
She looked like an animal…an animal that had found the body of a human and took it over. She was nothing like the calm and collected Azula he knew.