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This is all so far out of Katara's control!

It is probably that nobody is venturing this far from the household without a reason. Katara has a reason: her face is starting to rot off, and she hasn't been able to find anyone to drain, and she's so terribly afraid that Sokka will come back any moment and find her, and she can't avoid Toph for much longer without the other girl getting suspicious, and and and it's all so hard being a deadly killer zombie and NOBODY UNDERSTANDS HER and --

Anyone who has wandered these fields over may find a small, foul-smelling, rotting lump of girl sitting on an abandoned horsetrough and wasting precious moisture by crying.

Good luck to them.

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"I'll fix them," Katara assures him.

Dead Boy looks at her sadly. "How are you going to do that?"

"When I find out how to fix me," she says, shining with blind faith. "I'll fix them too. You'll see. I'll heal everyone, I'll put it all back just how it was."

"They're dead, kid", he points out gently. "Unless they're all ghosts, that's not going to be easy."

"I can do it," Katara says stubbornly. "I know I can."

"If you really think so... I'm good with the dead. I can get them back for you."

Katara's stubbornness isn't going anywhere. "I don't need any help," she says sharply.

"One way or another, yeah, you do. Or are you a summoner as well?"

"I don't need anyone," Katara insists, scowling at him. "I can do it fine on my own. I did me, didn't I?"

"You were already here. And I have to tell you, you don't look exactly perfect."

Nor does he, but he knows that.

"That's why I still need people." Katara thinks he's an idiot, obviously, for not understanding this perfectly simple and logical explanation. "I haven't perfected it yet. But when I do, I'll bring them all back as good as new!"

"And what I'm telling you is, you need a summoner. They'll have gone on."

"You don't know anything anyway," Katara says, dismissive. "Who even are you?"

"Dead Boy", he repeats. "I was murdered thirty years ago. I'm a troubleshooter."

"Dead Boy isn't a name," Katara says irritably. "And you don't have anything to shoot."

SHE EVEN KNOWS WHAT GUNS ARE, REALLY. NO TOTALLY.

"I had another one, once. I traded it away", he says simply. "And you'd be surprised... but I'm not going to troubleshoot you unless I have to. I want to help you."

"You can't trade your name away."

Katara chooses not to hear a lot of what's said, a lot of the time. As he may have noticed.

"It's your name. You're stuck with it."

"Where I come from, you can buy and sell anything. It was part of a deal I made." He can be patient. If she wants to talk about him, that's fine.

"That's stupid," Katara informs him flatly.

"Maybe it was." He smiles faintly. "I was young, and it seemed a fair trade for revenge."

Katara considers this.

"... revenge on who?"

"My killers. I had to come back to get anything done, and there's always a price."

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