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The silences are Mai’s favorite part of the game, so Azula keeps breaking them—which may be Mai's actual favorite part. “Make any enemies among the barbarians?”
“Not new ones, no.” Mai places her tile the way she bows at state dinners--curtly, without hesitation or too much force. It’s the kind of thing Azula hates.
“What a shame. I was hoping someone would assassinate you.”
“How altruistic of you. I'd have thought you’d do it yourself.”
“Traitors should be dealt with through the proper means.”
The servants, the physician, the Fire Lord do not come, and Mai is glad.