"You do mean something," Steph says, squeezing his hands tight, eyes wide and earnest. "More than anything. You mean everything to me, Sokka. That's -- that's what confuses me.
"How can you be so -- so good, so right down to your bones good? When you've killed people? I just -- everything I know, everything I learned, every instinct trained into me says you shouldn't be able to be so -- so amazing. You killed people and you should be -- I don't know, damaged, broken, bad. But you're not and I just -- I can't make it work in my head, what I know is right and what's in front of me, what I want to think and what I do think sometimes, what I want to do -- I just don't understand."
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"How can you be so -- so good, so right down to your bones good? When you've killed people? I just -- everything I know, everything I learned, every instinct trained into me says you shouldn't be able to be so -- so amazing. You killed people and you should be -- I don't know, damaged, broken, bad. But you're not and I just -- I can't make it work in my head, what I know is right and what's in front of me, what I want to think and what I do think sometimes, what I want to do -- I just don't understand."