[ The haunted, haunting look of pain that creeps over Zuko's face at these words cannot be described. Zuko's not even sure he wants to know the details, as tempted as he is to ask, in a sick sense. But he can imagine the pain well enough without; doesn't need to imagine the pain any better to understand its scars. But even those, emotionally, psychologically, are surely more painful than he could even begin to comprehend. It takes him a moment to digest before he can respond, words catching in his throat hoarsely. ]
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...Then what?