[Katara, with her hands still stretched well beyond her toes, drops her head down onto her legs.
Why do you even bother? - she has too much pride in her skills to say that, too much justifiable knowledge of her skill as a warrior to say that. She should be a good opponent for him. But she's not. It might be time to admit to herself that she is simply fighting out of her league.
Everything's all wrong here. In her world, she's stood toe-to-toe with some of the most dangerous people in it and gotten out alive - even out and out won some fights. In Luceti, she can't even win, let alone get out. It's humbling and humiliating and she doesn't know what to do.
Sokka won't take her idea to even look to see if there's anything they can do to help them seriously. He's too busy with various projects and helping people and being happy about what he's building with Suki to even want to. Nami was hurt - so badly - in a place Katara can't even hope to touch. People keep coming and going and getting torn apart despite everything she tries.
What's she worth here? What can she do?
She's sick and tired of being useless and it's starting to erode at her foundations. This place is beating her back to the helpless little girl who watched her father sail away, who couldn't even bend, who was relegated to camp chores while her brother took on the role of guarding the the village and training the rest of the boys. Everything she's done, all that she's learned - and it's still not good enough.
And for this moment, all Katara can see is everything that she can't do. All that she has done is dismissed as unimportant, things that anyone could do. The spar is just like everything else.
She'd really rather be quiet until he goes away and she has a chance to come to terms with all these feelings on her own. But it's not in her nature to stay silent after a reproof like that, because her pride also denies him the right to tell her to do anything.]
What?
[Her tone is fairly innocuous in the way 'knock what off' should be, but it does have a slightly throatier sound to it as if there are more emotions stirring not far beneath the surface.]
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Why do you even bother? - she has too much pride in her skills to say that, too much justifiable knowledge of her skill as a warrior to say that. She should be a good opponent for him. But she's not. It might be time to admit to herself that she is simply fighting out of her league.
Everything's all wrong here. In her world, she's stood toe-to-toe with some of the most dangerous people in it and gotten out alive - even out and out won some fights. In Luceti, she can't even win, let alone get out. It's humbling and humiliating and she doesn't know what to do.
Sokka won't take her idea to even look to see if there's anything they can do to help them seriously. He's too busy with various projects and helping people and being happy about what he's building with Suki to even want to. Nami was hurt - so badly - in a place Katara can't even hope to touch. People keep coming and going and getting torn apart despite everything she tries.
What's she worth here? What can she do?
She's sick and tired of being useless and it's starting to erode at her foundations. This place is beating her back to the helpless little girl who watched her father sail away, who couldn't even bend, who was relegated to camp chores while her brother took on the role of guarding the the village and training the rest of the boys. Everything she's done, all that she's learned - and it's still not good enough.
And for this moment, all Katara can see is everything that she can't do. All that she has done is dismissed as unimportant, things that anyone could do. The spar is just like everything else.
She'd really rather be quiet until he goes away and she has a chance to come to terms with all these feelings on her own. But it's not in her nature to stay silent after a reproof like that, because her pride also denies him the right to tell her to do anything.]
What?
[Her tone is fairly innocuous in the way 'knock what off' should be, but it does have a slightly throatier sound to it as if there are more emotions stirring not far beneath the surface.]