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My name is Harry Potter. In my world, there are two sorts of people: those who can't do magic (all human) and those who can (wizards, witches, magical non-humans, etc.). Magic-users live separately and in secret.

We've just come out from a very long war, or a long series of wars, depending on your view. On paper, it was about 'blood purity' and the right to determine who's allowed into our society and their worth. In fact, it was just about power. For some time, I fought just to stay alive, to prevent my friends from being harmed, but in the end, I fought because did and still do, believe that a person's value has nothing to do with their blood or parentage, but everything to do with the choices they've made and the people they love.

In secret. Why? You are the better kind, surely. The stronger. Let me guess, if you allow me a moment; do the humans persecute, fear you? Do they fear magical kind they way they would those with any other forms of power?

Tell me; do you think love makes you stronger?

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[ zuko doesn't recognise anything. ]

[ he spends a good two minutes mulling over this question. it's not in a bid to prepare any answers for "adler", not even to write him an essay educating him, as he so pleasantly asks, on the fire nation, the war he had ended, and his own bending. the earth kingdom had wiped his desire to show off his firebending, even to proclaim himself as fire nation royalty; he's no longer eager to show off to prove himself to those who should know him, but can't even recognise the familiar nose shape he has to fire lord ozai. it is a small reason as to why he pauses, but, mostly, he's looking at his locket, trying to turn it on. ]

[ his locket begins with video. zuko's expression is calm, his brows smooth and relaxed. his hair drifts into his face as per usual. ] Why do you — [ and there's a long pause and radio silence. he flickers in and out, accompanied by a very long moment of his video feed being black. ]

[ before his locket picks up and switches to text, instead. ]

— WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THAT?

[ after shaking his locket and yelling at it, it returns. his question had meant to be calmly asked, merely curious and paranoid as to why someone is asking such a specific set of questions he can easily fill with a very long textwall of words. after the bumps in the road they've dealt with with transporting raonil, zuko's cautious. ]

[ he only responds in hopes of momentarily distracting himself from how tired, bruised, and beaten he feels from the journey. ]