I'm tired of this real you that keeps getting thrown around. The real me stays in my world, he doesn't do anything noteworthy, he never does anything on his own effort. The best he ever gets is a spot managing a city his friends started. The real me forgets everything that happened to him in Luceti, which happens to include this same conversation. The real me ends up a useless buffoon that nobody will remember or care about.
[He goes to the door again.]
Well that Sokka is gone. This is what's left. If you don't like it, here's the door.
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I'm tired of this real you that keeps getting thrown around. The real me stays in my world, he doesn't do anything noteworthy, he never does anything on his own effort. The best he ever gets is a spot managing a city his friends started. The real me forgets everything that happened to him in Luceti, which happens to include this same conversation. The real me ends up a useless buffoon that nobody will remember or care about.
[He goes to the door again.]
Well that Sokka is gone. This is what's left. If you don't like it, here's the door.