[No, he's definitely not her Sokka. Her Sokka would have never said a thing like that so casually. It's a blow and her eyes widen under it, but her face becomes more placid.]

There's no real way of knowing, is there? Not here, not during these experiments.

[A hand goes up to her necklace, traces the familiar rim of gold.] But I'd like to think so, even if it's just so I can get a chance to say goodbye to all the people I never did before. I did have... dreams of this place, for the past eight years.