Robin’s scholarly fascination with the possibilities did not go amiss, making Azula believe that his generous offer was partly for research. Maybe all. She couldn’t discount that possibility.
He was good with words, good enough that Azula might just believe him and the vague incidents of his past. The touch of ridiculousness was often what made things a little bit truthful. Not that he made some wild claim of riding lion turtles and slaying dragons. No, it was the small, specific details – amnesia, friends, and death. It wasn’t a common story, but it might just be true. It could make some sense when you try to connect those dots with your imagination.
And when left with space to doubt as much as to believe, then it was a good lie. A perfect, wonderful lie.
But lying wasn’t always the right answer. Sometimes, the best answer was to not answer. Even before Azula had a chance to dispute what Robin said, Robin found his own answer, the answer he wanted to believe. Wasn’t that kind of answer the best of all truths?
She could not let the victory show, only a dumbfounded stare to remind Robin that as cynical as Yang was, she wasn’t that fast to follow Robin when he breaks into his musings. He was trying to explore all possibilities. A normal person would at least keep to themselves some of it, especially when they could create impolite implications. Robin might have been too eager to have found a kindred. Azula was going to keep this in mind.
“Oh.” She broke down to an awkward chuckle and the awkward smile was gone in a split-second. This was the perfect transition for the next phase of the conversation. Robin was the last to push and the first to call for retreat. It put Yang in a good position to seem like she was finally half-willing to listen. To show the weakness that was just waiting to be soothed and comforted.
“Well, um, I see your point… Robin, I’m just not good with anything. You're saying that it’s my choice to find happiness, but I don’t like it here. But what can I do about it? You got your second chance here, but, me... I'm trapped." Azula's golden eyes shimmered as the tears rose. "Trapped in living.”