[He knew that. He really did. He had dealt with his feelings of being useless and left behind because he couldn't bend. He'd made up for that in so many ways. The last month he had spent training harder than he had in his whole life. He went to bed every day exhausted, but hadn't shown anyone the toll it was taking on him. Not even the ones training him, though it was unlikely they failed to notice. When she takes his shoulder, he doesn't turn.]

It doesn't matter who went where first. That part doesn't matter, because that is what he believes. Not because of what he did, because that's what he said. [Maybe not in so many words, but the meaning was infinitely clear to Sokka.] So like I said. It's not a big deal. He can think what he wants about me, it doesn't bother me. [And up until that statement, it was all true.]