Not that Ursa cares what the genocidal bastard is feeling. She doesn't care if he's lonely, or angry, or happy, she'll treat him just the same as any of her other boy-
She did not just think that.
She's still not going to cater to his princely whims. Prince of a dead world he might be, but whose fault was that? Oh yes, at least partially his, since he killed Zhao with his own hands and he had no interest in resurrecting Mongke with the dragonballs.
It's hard to look at the set of his shoulders when he stares up at the night sky, though. She knows that pose, she's stood in that pose, out all by herself with Hakoda on their search for the dragonballs so many years ago. It's easy to feel alone late at night when everyone else is asleep.
She unlatches her window, and the set of his shoulders changes as he hears it.
Ursa/Ozai, pity sex
Not that Ursa cares what the genocidal bastard is feeling. She doesn't care if he's lonely, or angry, or happy, she'll treat him just the same as any of her other boy-
She did not just think that.
She's still not going to cater to his princely whims. Prince of a dead world he might be, but whose fault was that? Oh yes, at least partially his, since he killed Zhao with his own hands and he had no interest in resurrecting Mongke with the dragonballs.
It's hard to look at the set of his shoulders when he stares up at the night sky, though. She knows that pose, she's stood in that pose, out all by herself with Hakoda on their search for the dragonballs so many years ago. It's easy to feel alone late at night when everyone else is asleep.
She unlatches her window, and the set of his shoulders changes as he hears it.