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[Tomorrow. Tomorrow is tomorrow. Today, she has plans.]

Hey, Winry - do you still want to go get pizza today? I can make it for lunch, but... I can't hang out the whole day.

[She will also be making a point to visit her friends today, specifically the Straw Hat House. She wants to check in on Sanji, now that she knows what's happened to him, say goodbye to Nami... and she has a feeling Ginko will be there as well. If not, she'll try to contact him over the journal.

She also needs to stop in the item's shop. Being given a gift from the water of the river of light... Katara wants to find something similar to the container she used for the spirit oasis water so that if they get out there and she needs it, she'll have it.

The chances are good that she is also going to make a token effort to track down Buffy. She's heard enough about the last fight that she knows what happened there, and she wants to ask a few questions before heading out there - and she wants to hear about how this same mysterious Third Party General had died. It was the mystery that was bothering her - not knowing what they were really going up against or why they were really doing this. If she could talk to someone who'd fought them before, then maybe, maybe... the feeling of being used wouldn't be as strong and she'd be able to focus on what was really important.

She thinks about going over Caesar's house as well, but decides that a journal message will be good enough. He's probably busy preparing - or sleeping. And she had a feeling he wouldn't be able to do as much of that as he'd like, once they got out there.]

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Hey, Caesar. Ready for this?

[After her various conversations, she goes back home to make dinner and she, Sokka, and Toph have a surprisingly normal meal before slipping out a little earlier than normal for her accustomed practice time. She's not sure why they're going out to fight or why the 'why' bothers her so much - and she's a little scared, strung tense with nervous energy. The forms are soothing and precise and tonight there is just that extra edge, just that smallest bit of ruthless passion that gives away just how strongly the drums of her fathers beat within her - this is about war. And war is something Katara knows very well.

But when the sun starts to set she takes a break and takes a seat, watching it go down not thinking about very much at all. It's beautiful.]

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[Excuse him looking at her with narrowed eyes for a moment before he returns the greeting. No dramatic staring. No music. All right, she's passed the test.]

Hey. [And since beating around the bush is not something he really does:] Ready for tomorrow?

[Dude, what's that look for?

And - way to get to the point.]

Ready enough. [A half shrug.]

[He rather wishes he were going, for a couple of different reasons, not the least being that he'd really like to watch her back. She's one of the first people in this place he might call a friend -- he doesn't like seeing anyone he knows go off to war without him.]

Good.

[Time for a subject change. He doesn't like this talk of drafts and war and such. Especially when he can't fight.]

Seems like the... strange stuff is over.

[She has one word to say to that and that word is:] Bleck.

But it wasn't as bad as some of the other ones - at least we didn't have to 'fall in love.'

... You're not giving me much hope for future experiments.

I hate them. [It's said simply, vehemently, but without any particular inflection.] They've got no right to do what they do. It would be bad enough if they were messing with our bodies, but they're not, they change bits and pieces of who we are for a time - it's just not right. So far my 'favorite' one has been the thought experiment, and that's saying something. At least that way everyone was still who they really were.

[Eugh. The thought experiment. That was horrid. He kept wanting to try to freeze that damned thought bubble until it shattered -- and, of course, that wish had been reflected in the bubble. So much hate for that, especially when he was trying so hard to keep some things guarded.]

No. They've no right. [That's a point he'll easily concede. Even not having been part of those types of experiments, he'll concede it. After all, he came back from a kidnapping so drugged he couldn't function.] But you come through it. You deal with it. And you're still yourself when it's all said and done.

[And when it's all said and done, that sense of self can only get stronger.]

[She just gives him a look. You've never had to fall in love with an enemy before and then have to deal with lingering... issues, have you. But Katara does not feel like getting into that.]

No. They can't take that away from us. We just have to adapt.

One can always adapt. [Says the kid who tends to think change is an agent of the devil. Double standards? Him? Never.

Pause. So much pausing.] You lot going to keep in touch while you're over there? [It's not like he cares to know how you're doing or anything. No need to try reading any more into it that just a curious question.]

[There's a small, private, almost pained smile.] Water is the element of change.

[She starts a little at that and gives him an assessing look before bringing out a reassuring smile. It's a practiced one, nearly patented, and for all that - genuine.] We're going to try to - they said that we could use the journals out there. I might not be up for much talking, but I'll probably write a little something in it every day.

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