Sokka jerks back sharply, slapping the hand away and glaring at Dean with narrowed dark eyes.
"I just tried to knock my sister unconscious, had to have Mel hit her in the back of the head with an axe, and then burned her to death. Then I dug my mother's necklace out of the ashes because this is the second woman in my family that's been burned to death.
"So excuse me if I don't feel like listening to you go on about salt and magic and ghosts and crap, if you want to toss some salt on the ashes and throw a box of matches on top, be my guest."
He shakes his head, looks down as he stuffs the pendant in a pocket and turns away.
The pyre's finished and he doesn't think he's fallen apart. He's sure he's supposed to but he hasn't.
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"I just tried to knock my sister unconscious, had to have Mel hit her in the back of the head with an axe, and then burned her to death. Then I dug my mother's necklace out of the ashes because this is the second woman in my family that's been burned to death.
"So excuse me if I don't feel like listening to you go on about salt and magic and ghosts and crap, if you want to toss some salt on the ashes and throw a box of matches on top, be my guest."
He shakes his head, looks down as he stuffs the pendant in a pocket and turns away.
The pyre's finished and he doesn't think he's fallen apart. He's sure he's supposed to but he hasn't.
She wasn't a monster.
It wasn't a job.
It was family.