[Katara recognized his words as a jab, but she didn't feel the sting. She just felt... hollow and tumultuous at the same time, itchy to move and do something... but that felt like giving in a different way.
She could just continue to sit here in silence... or she could try to back up her words. Her voice is flat.] What do you want me to say?
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She could just continue to sit here in silence... or she could try to back up her words. Her voice is flat.] What do you want me to say?