Azula struggled visibly with herself, nearly turning purple trying to keep herself from speaking.
Sokka lowered his tone and spoke very firmly. "Speak."
The woman's struggle ended, her words all coming out in a rush. "Yes, Mighty Sokka. Experiments have been promising for exactly that. With a high enough dosage and careful use of suggestion, reinforced with positive and negative feedback, you could perhaps alter a person's very identity permanently."
Sokka cupped Azula's chin and spoke with a mischievous note to his voice, "And tell me, my sweet, submissive prisoner..."
Azula moaned softly.
"What would be the worst thing I could to your mind? What do you most want me not to do to you with this weapon?"
She paused, sensing the danger she was in. She didn't know how to proceed, but she also couldn't stop herself from spilling words.
"I can't stand the idea of having to submit to you, and I really dislike the idea of enjoying it. I hate you. I want to kill you. The worst thing? Being your obedient little skank."
Sokka smiled. "Azula. Fetch another mind control grenade. Come straight back to me. Don't speak, don't make a sound. Go."
After a brief battle with herself, the woman slipped quietly below decks, only to return a minute later and present Sokka with a gleaming orb of total domination.
"Mighty Sokka," she said in a warning tone. "I swear I will kill you."
Sokka armed the grenade and placed it back in her hands. "Guess I'd better make sure you don't ever have the chance. Breathe deeply, now."
Checking the wind one last time, he retreated a short distance to watch.
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