[Sokka is still in the basement, although now he's more out in the open, sitting at his own work bench, even though he's not doing anything. It's dimly lit down there, as only the electric light he managed to wire down here is on. Some various bits and pieces of his so-called 'inventions' are lying out at some half hearted attempt to distract himself, but he isn't feeling it. He keeps playing over the last conversation he had in his mind - over and over. It's been a long time since he's felt this much guilt over something. And unlike previous times where he blamed himself for things out of his control...
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This was really his own doing.]