She felt her anger turn bitter at his words. Not because he was winning her over, but because his argument was so calculated and calm that it proved how far he'd gone to accept it like this. It didn't even bother him anymore? Was he seriously that numb? How couldn't he feel the weight of every single life he had taken?

"No, it isn't. I didn't kill anyone, and guess what? I saved people, too. A lot of people. Don't act like I should feel sorry for you because of the person you chose to become."

The urge to get out her frustration physically was growing, so she headed for the back door. Punching a tree sure sounded nice. She threw a cursory glance at him over her shoulder. "You're a hero to our tribe, Sokka. This isn't why."