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[beliefovermisery]

Eventually bullied into lying down and closing his eyes, Sokka has a hard time getting to sleep. But each time an idea forms, a new project, something he has to write down, there's someone there to push him down the second he pops up. After so many scoldings, so many hours of sleepless work, he does eventually conk out.

It's a deep sleep. Not a dreamless one.

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He watched.

He watched and when she was gone and bubbles rose from the water below, he turned away from her, turned his back on her to find the canoe.

His father was there, on his boat with the other men, Bato behind him... all staring at him... all looking disappointed...

"I told you to protect her," his father said, eyes shamed, ashamed.

"You told me you wanted to be a warrior," Bato said behind him, shaking his head in anger.

Sokka stood there on the ice and watched them move away, watched them disappear in the distance. When he looked behind him, the bubbles were gone...