He can think about Claire and not think about who-- about what he's about to crouch down and pick up, hold Claire's frightened voice in his mind and focus on that instead of the cold weight in his arms.
"...we can't leave her here," he repeats softly, sliding his arms free of Claire to pick up -- to pick up --
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She needs him. Claire needs him.
He can think about Claire and not think about who-- about what he's about to crouch down and pick up, hold Claire's frightened voice in his mind and focus on that instead of the cold weight in his arms.
"...we can't leave her here," he repeats softly, sliding his arms free of Claire to pick up -- to pick up --
Claire needs him.
"He won't -- he won't get you."
Sokka won't let him.