[And there it was. She knew it was coming. But it didn't hurt less. This divide between them... he'll never forgive her for being able to do what he can't. A muscle tweaks in her jaw and she swallows down those years of being mocked by him for that very talent that has always, always set her apart. She refuses to be ashamed of who she is. She always has, and she always will. But that doesn't mean that seeing him like this, because of her, didn't hurt.]

Sanji didn't come to me first. He asked me because I responded to Brook's post. That's all. He knew I was going to tell you, Sokka. If you'd responded first, I'm sure he would have asked you.

[And he doesn't get to get away with this. She walks after him and puts her hand on his shoulder, tugging him gently to get him to turn around, but she won't push if he doesn't follow.] And if he really believed that, you're right. He's wrong. But what you think he's thinking... it's not true, Sokka. I'm sure it's not true.

[She drops her hand and says quietly.] Anyone who says that you're not useful is an idiot. Including you.