Eventually, there is a figure around the corner. He is pale and scared and wary, steps slow and careful.

And there are sad, worried dark eyes on the wall of rock and the wriggling figure inside.

He heard what Toph said, he knows logically what it means but-- not Katara. Not his sister. She wouldn't, she-- couldn't. As bad as she had been, she would never ever use her bending to benefit herself to hurt people.

...at least... not to this extent.

"Katara?"