[Intro — emergency light hum, distant industrial ambience] [Juri — low, amused, spoken] Zula? ... Princess. Why’d you stop? [Azula — quiet] I didn’t. [Juri] You’re smiling. [Azula] No. [Juri — soft laugh] Liar. [Low pulse enters] [Juri] What number are you on? One? Five? Ten? Come on. You always count. [Azula — almost emotionless] I stopped. [Music cuts] [Juri] Stopped what? [Azula] Counting. [Silence] [Verse — Azula, restrained, half-sung] Used to keep a line inside Ten small steps between the fire and I Breathe it down Hold it still Make control obey my will But somewhere underneath that light I lost the number Lost the fight And I— [brief pause] I didn’t want it back. [Deep distorted bass enters] [Juri — spoken, quieter now] When? [Azula] I don’t know. [Juri] ...That supposed to scare me? [Azula] You? No. [Beat hits] [Hook — Azula] Don’t count anymore Don’t need ten before the door No little voice inside my head Telling me where I should end Blue light under my skin I know exactly where I’ve been Don’t count anymore I just move. [Instrumental — sparse industrial pulse, distant female vocalization] [Juri — playful, but watching her] You know what’s funny, Princess? [Azula] What? [Juri] I kept pushing. Just wanted to see how far you’d go. [Azula] You’re still doing it. [Juri — smile audible] And you’re still walking. [Short silence] [Azula — very close, spoken] Juri. [Juri] Mm? [Azula] You like this. [Juri] Maybe. Do you? [Long pause] [Azula — almost a whisper] ...Maybe. [Final hook — darker, stronger but still minimal] Don’t count anymore There’s no line across the floor No warning bell No perfect frame No little number left to blame You pushed the lock I turned the key Now tell me, Juri— What exactly did you want from me? [Everything drops except ambience] [Juri — quietly] There she is. [Azula] Who? [Juri — almost whispering] You. [Footsteps begin] [Azula] We should go. [Juri] Yeah. [Two sets of footsteps] [Juri — distant] Hey, Wife? [Azula] What? [Juri] You’re smiling again. [Pause] [Azula — faint smile in voice] Keep walking. [Outro — distant breathy female vocal, no drums]
