Her heart started to race as he explained just how close he came to killing her. It was only because he didn't want to deal with the aftermath, not because he gave any value to her life. He had been that way all along, on the draft, too - when she had started to see him as someone different than she first thought he was.

"So...all that stuff on the draft, your missions...that wasn't really you?" Her question was cautionary, because she still wasn't sure where the real Sokka began and the soulless Sokka ended. She had no idea if the real Sokka was someone she wanted to be here for.