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Over two months ago, Sokka died. His penalty was something incredibly intangible. It took from him his empathy, his ability to love, and so many other things. He didn't have a way of describing it, but he was empty. In truth, he wasn't sure he felt anything. There was nothing that truly touched him on the inside.

More than a week ago, Sokka left for a mission. A week and a half with the Depot where they instituted the kind of justice he could appreciate. He certainly felt no remorse when he shot a man for stealing water. When bandits attacked the depot, they rounded up most of them and then strung them up for their trouble. It was a simple morality and for a short while, things actually made sense. Not like the gray morality in Luceti, where people were stupid enough to think that sparing the lives of murderers and thieves meant anything.

And then he got his reward. Cashing in the bulk of mission points he'd accumulated for over a year, he was given what he really coveted the most. Power. And now he had it. As he walked into Luceti, he imagined that he could feel the difference. It was not quite so dramatic as what he had been given by the Rogue Malnosso, but he was content with the knowledge that he'd be keeping what he'd earned. There'd be no scientists taking it away from him this time.

It's mid-day when Sokka returns to town and he's still wearing the cowboy hat he took to the Depot with him. Maybe it doesn't exactly mesh with the Water Tribe clothes he's accustomed to, but he likes it. The hat makes him feel gritty and intimidating. He'll eventually get tired of hat hair, though. Just not today.

So today for his time spent back in Luceti, he heads home to greet whoever might be there. He checks in Foo Foo, the saber toothed moose lion he received from Christmas. It's getting quite big now, having reached the size of medium-sized dog. The tips of his antlers are even starting to become a bit more visible. Although the animal does seem quieter around Sokka, its at least obedient and follows him as he goes about Luceti. For today that includes the Smithy until evening, the Library for an hour, back at House 56 for dinner, and then out in the forest to try and teach Foo Foo to hunt.

The next morning, he makes sure that Okita Souji will meet him for their training session. Sokka is looking forward to seeing the results.

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A cutting glance as she tried to determine whether he was joking or not. If it was a joke, it was very...dry.

"...Here's me, counting my Luceti blessings."

He shrugged. "You look good with all your teeth. And without... weird... things on your skin."

He shuddered.

".............Weird things."

What even, Sokka.

"Weird things," Sokka reiterated with a haunted look in his eyes.

"What -- like, warts?"

Warts were pretty gross. She had to give him that much.

"It oozed."

"...Oozing. Wow. Depot 8: come for the spaghetti western, stay for the VD."

"Let's just say I'm happy to spend time in Luceti again, where the women are pretty. That's the last time I got to the Depot."

"I've never been. And now I don't wanna be. Though I do look wicked cool in a cowboy hat," she said as she nodded up at Sokka's.

Sokka tipped his hat gratefully. "You wouldn't like it anyway. You'd be un-Slayered there."

"Seriously? That's so bogus. I wish they'd just...make up their minds. All power. Half power. No power. All this fluctuating is giving me ability whiplash."

"And if they settled on no power?"

"I'd survive," she hedged, "I have before."

"We really didn't know each other then. It'd be weird now."

"...It's true. Weirdness would abound for you and for me but, y'know what? I lived fifteen years, back home, before I even got the strength and the everything else. Fifteen years. That's more than half my life. It couldn't then be so impossible to go back..."

But she knew, already, that it would be. And everything else was bravado.

"How'd you handle it? You know, before, when they did it?"

"I lied. A lot. A few people knew, but...if I just walked around like nothing was wrong, then people still figured I could break their arms without breaking a sweat. And they didn't mess with me."

Except -- of course -- for the one man who messed with her regardless. Oh, how that plan had backfired.

"Clever. I mean, except for where people are constantly showing up and wouldn't expect you to be able to back it up."

"You do realize how fast word travels in this town, right?"

"Public alert. Don't mess with Buffy. She'll beat you up. No really."

"...Didn't hurt that I'd already bagged the General at that point."

She dared her voice not to catch on the word.

"He's the only one doing any bagging now."

Normally he'd be more tactful, but now, it was just pointing out a fact. Luceti had encountered the General three times since then and nobody had taken him out yet. Nobody from Luceti, anyway.

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She stiffened. She'd thought she was ready to even tangentially discuss the General. Worse yet, she thought she could depend on Sokka not to play the conversation too bluntly. But she was sorely mistaken.

"What goes around comes around, Sokka. It's called karma. And he'll get his, eventually."

It didn't go unnoticed. He knew she had troubles with him before, but until now, Sokka had no idea how much the General actually got to Buffy. It made him wonder if there was more he didn't know. It made him wonder if he actually cared. He didn't.

"Karma is like a rubberband ball. It keeps bouncing back and forth. It doesn't stick."

"Yeah? Well, I don't plan on getting hit again on the return serve."

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