Sokka swallows hard, laces his fingers with her and drops his gaze to the floor.

"...you mean a lot to me," he says quietly. "A lot. And... I wanna mean that much to you. And I can't if part of the reason why I mean anything to you is because you pretend that a part of me doesn't exist.

"It's there, Steph. I've killed before and I can't promise I won't do it again."