[She remembers what Plutarch had told her once when she had asked him if he was preparing for another war. We’re fickle, stupid beings, he had said, with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction. To hear that there had been a war in Sokka's world isn't so surprising. It's how he says it that confuses her.]
Aren't all wars practically the same? People killing each other for whatever it is they're fighting for?
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Aren't all wars practically the same? People killing each other for whatever it is they're fighting for?