Steph doesn't answer for a while, drawing her knees up to her chest and staring out at the city below them, hair and cape billowing in the wind.
"...I don't know what to do," she admits, after too long. "You know we're not supposed to kill - you know what it's like. You know how long I've tried so hard to do that. If I do - if I kill people - doesn't that make me just like my dad, like everyone else?"
It's almost a relief to talk to someone who really does know. Not even Sokka knows that much about her dad, except that he was an alcoholic and that it's best to avoid the subject with Steph. But Tim always knew.
"But if I don't - I mean, those guys were cannibals. They'd killed Mel's sister. They would have killed us. Didn't we - shouldn't we have to stop them? What else was I supposed to do?
"I love Sokka. He's - he's a good person. I know that. But he kills.
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"...I don't know what to do," she admits, after too long. "You know we're not supposed to kill - you know what it's like. You know how long I've tried so hard to do that. If I do - if I kill people - doesn't that make me just like my dad, like everyone else?"
It's almost a relief to talk to someone who really does know. Not even Sokka knows that much about her dad, except that he was an alcoholic and that it's best to avoid the subject with Steph. But Tim always knew.
"But if I don't - I mean, those guys were cannibals. They'd killed Mel's sister. They would have killed us. Didn't we - shouldn't we have to stop them? What else was I supposed to do?
"I love Sokka. He's - he's a good person. I know that. But he kills.
"I just - don't know where to go from here."