markofthewise | Sokka the 81st

Sokka woke up in the tunnels with a sudden jolt. He was cold, extremely cold, and no matter how much he pulled on his arms, he couldn't seem to get warm. His memory was a blur, but it slowly began to occur to him how he'd just returned from a mission. Then there was the droids... He shuddered as he thought about that. Had he been kidnapped? Maybe it was why he was so cold.

He pulled himself to his feet and instantly regretted it. At first he stumbled into the wall and scraped his elbow along the side. It bled, but he paid no mind to how it hurt. At least until he realized he needed the wall to steady himself, at which point he turned along side his back and waited. When he went to cover the cut with his hand, he decided that made it altogether worse. So he continued to ignore it. Instead he strained his ears for the sound of anything. The tunnels had their usual hollow echo, though it was more thunderous and he realized that meant there was rain falling in from the entrance. Upon finding his strength, Sokka made his way towards the entrance of the tunnel, using his hand to trace the edges of the wall in case he slipped and needed to brace himself. When he reached the entrance, his guess proved to be right. There was a torrent of rain coming through the entrance of the tunnel and much more rain cascading along the edges.

If he'd had any sense, he would have waited in the tunnels. But he made his way up the ladder, keeping his grip tighter than normal due to the slick conditions. It proved to be a wise decision when his foot slipped at one point and he was left dangling by his hands. By the time he made it to the top, he felt more like himself than normal, but he was drenched to the bone and feeling miserable for it. He felt very sorry for himself and realized he was bound to get himself sick like this. He found himself worried about what Katara would think. The last thing he wanted was to see her upset. But even as he plodded on home in the rain, he found himself stuck on that line of thought. It was a bewildering realization that he was more concerned about how his troubles would impact his sister than it would him. The line of thought seemed almost foreign to him. As he stood outside the house, staring at a stony slab with his own face imprinted in it, he began to understand he was worse off than he thought. More than that, he was hesitant to face anyone.

He delayed his trip by taking the long way home, making his way behind the barracks and into a secret entrance to the house. The tunnel leading to the basement was wet and ankle deep as he trekked his way home. Earthbenders may make great tunnels, but Toph hadn't put much thought into water run off when she carved it out of the ground. By the time he made it to the basement, he was back to shivering again. While a warm July rain may not freeze a man, a cold basement did little good for a man in soggy clothes. He took the opportunity to change into some spare clothes, all the while waiting for sounds of activity upstairs. He wasn't alone, so he waited in the basement as he tried to sort out his thoughts. He nearly went to go wait on the spare bed, but found he could not even do that. He remembered the last time he had been in that bed.

Asami. His stomach lurched as he realized the seriousness of what he had done. But that was nothing compared to what had gone on with Katniss. It had been over three months since he and Katniss had begun their relationship. Of course, with a newer clarity, Sokka couldn't quite describe it as that. His memories with her felt hollow and visceral. They lacked meaning or any sense of fondness. He was able to look back at them with the same sort of distance he did with the false memories he had gained from experiments. But he knew these weren't false memories. They weren't echoes of another life. It was all things he did. Things he said. Lies that he told for his own benefit. His fists tightened as he realized the seriousness of what he had done. They were so tight that his fingernails, only slightly overgrown, pierced his palm and made him bleed. He hissed at the pain and used a roll of paper towels to clean them.

But the blood served to be reminders of things far more awful. He remembered the draft. The stinking, burnt bodies of the cultists. The carelessness as his sword split flesh and bone. The utter lack of empathy he felt for any of them. Worse yet, he recalled a great-winged man pleading for mercy. A man who claimed he was no cultist. Sokka had killed him anyway. It was with a great heaviness that Sokka understood so well why he so adamantly told Katara and Aang why he wouldn't want his heart back. It may have been broken before, but now it was so much worse. It ached with shame and guilt. It gnawed at him so hard that his thoughts turned dark and tempted him with the idea of how easy it would be to go back to not feeling again. But he only thought of his death. The horror and cold of being in space. It had only been a moment, but in his memory it felt like an eternity. As his thoughts tempted him further, he lost his temper and threw aside one of the shelves. He snatched a coat and marched back into the tunnel to lose himself in the woods. The loudness of his fit would probably attract his housemates just above him. He wasn't ready to face them.

He couldn't hide forever and he didn't want to. But the thought of apologizing to each and every person he had wronged was a weight on him. Some deserved it more than others. In his mind it was obvious the two he had hurt the most. Suki and Katniss. He had broken Suki's heart and said unbearably cruel things to her. He could never take back those words and he doubted he could ever have her back at all. But he had to try. And to do that, he would have to break Katniss's heart first. They had entered their relationship on a pretense of not feeling anything for one another. But Sokka was no fool. After the three months they had been together, he knew this was going to hurt her. Much as he wanted to spare her, he couldn't simply continue where they had left off like it was fine. She was a friend, but he didn't love her. He couldn't be with someone he didn't love.

There would be others to apologize to as well. He had wronged Edward Elric by turning his teachings to horrors. He'd said cruel things to Winry, Sheena, Korra, and plenty of others. Richard Sharpe deserved a chance to deliver a blow to Sokka's face for the humiliation he'd given him at the birthday party. He mulled it all over, thinking of each encounter he had. At one point, he stopped at a tree in the woods where he emptied the contents of his stomach along its trunk. He felt weaker for it, but he was far from hungry. He wanted to settle one thing first before he found his sister.

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His first stop was at Katniss's house, where the wet and bedraggled Sokka rapped his fists at the door and hoped she would be the one to answer. Before anything else, he had to resolve their relationship.

His second stop was looking for his sister, Katara. He searched for her at the clinic first, since it was about the time she ought to be working there. By the time he found her, he felt close to falling over. But he needed to be certain he talked to her, regardless of how he felt.

By the time he made his way back home, the rain had let up for a few hours. He didn't feel better, but he'd at least put some food in himself courtesy of the vending machines at the Battle Dome. The first person he went looking for was Asami. She deserved an apology in person.

He ended up staying in his room after that, even though it would have been better to look for the others. The journal would have to do instead.

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[Voice]

I haven't been myself for awhile now. I really messed things up. I... [There's a long pause as he finds himself at a loss for words.] I should have done better. I will, from now on. I owe apologies to a lot of you. If you'll let me, then tomorrow I'll come find you in person.

[There should be more. But he doesn't know what else to say. It's enough that his voice is weak and miserable without saying much more than that. So he leans back against the wall and keeps his journal open in front of him. Waiting for whatever they have to say in turn.]

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[ The truth. ...But the apology is enough to make the slight (???) that had been pretty much forgotten anyway after Katara assured her she wouldn't be eaten become erased entirely from their history. ]

Well, YEAH, but you're my uncle, that's what you DO. As long as you don't ACTUALLY eat me it's okay. I think.

[ She guesses, anyway. It sort of reminds her of Uncle Bumi sometimes. Or Uncle Bumi reminds her of Sokka? ]

I'm glad you're home, though.

[ She's just packing up her coloring supplies to head back. ]

Yeah. Me too.

[Only he doesn't sound like he means it. Even with Ikki, there's no sense of enthusiasm. Nor is it his usual deadpan responses to things he finds annoying.]

[ ...Well, even the seven year old can pick up on that. ]

Everyone really missed you. But we made sure to feed Foo Foo and everything. He's still really cute! Maybe you should hug him.

[ that will solve all your problems, apparently? ...Or at least will put him in the vicinity of a lot of cute, which always helps Ikki herself. ]

... where is he? I haven't seen him since I got back.

[He'd had bigger things on his mind, but now that he was thinking about it, he was worried for the little guy.]

With Appa in the stable-thing.

[ Or whatever they had to keep the bison dry. Perhaps impromptu earthbending, some of us are suddenly unsure. ]

And Momo. And Soren! Soren doesn't like flying in the rain, so he stayed home today.

Oh, and we have a new member of the family! I will introduce you to her as soon as I get back, and you will love her a lot!

[Ah. The maybe-stable for the animals. That made sense. Sokka would have to go checking up on Foo Foo soon.]

... we've got a new pet? Again?

Maaaaaaybe!

[ Yes. Yes they did. And Ikki didn't even instigate this one. Except for the part where she noticed the pet in Katara's possession before Katara could do away with said pet.

And then it was far too late. Are you really surprised, Sokka? ]

But you have to meet her in person! She's pretty.

Okay. Fine. Bring her with you.

[He's not about to turn her down. Given his current state, it's going to be awhile before he remembers how to tell Ikki 'no'.]

Okay!!! Be there in a bit!

[ It will come back to him soon enough, unless he feels like joining Bolin and Ikki for tea.

After trekking home and sloshing around the front room, Ikki will go to Sokka's room, rapping on the door. ]

Got her!

[ If he opens the door, he will find his great-niece with a bucket. If not, she will come in after given permission. ]

[A thoroughly exhausted Sokka will answer the door. When he spots Ikki, he's stricken with an unsettling memory of her being in his room several times before. Times when he was a ruthless monster who would have killed on a dime if given reason to. It made him a little sick.

He settled on the bucket.]

Oh, you brought Petunia.

Did not!

[ Happily lifting the bucket higher, Ikki proves that it is, indeed, Not Petunia. This starfish is blue. With eleven arms.

Definitely not Petunia, if Sokka has ever paid any attention to their other pet. ]

This is Phillip!! Petunia's sister.

[Well. That was certainly not Petunia. Sokka does indeed look in the bucket and he doesn't have to guess where it came from.]

Jack Sparrow, huh?

Yeah, isn't it great?

[ Although Jack probably meant this starfish as a starfishy concubine to their other one, Ikki has decided they are Siblings. And Katara has them in separate tanks to promote this. ]

Her full name is Princess Henrietta Irina Lettuce Lobsang Pema! I looked some of those up in the library.

... Lettuce, though?

[It's the only thing he recognizes in that long name. And Lettuce seems odd.]

Yeah, 'cause I like lettuce.

[ Lettuce and her mother's name were really the only ones not picked from a book at random... ]

Anyway, isn't she pretty? And that means we have eight animals living here! Right?

Edited (can't count all these animals gdi) 2013-07-13 19:54 (UTC)

Yeah. It's... great.

[But there's not much enthusiasm for his part. Instead he lets her be as he goes to sit on the bed. He's pretty distracted by other things.

[ Maybe if she sets the bucket down nearer to his bed. So he can gaze upon Phillip in all her glory. ]

If you want, she can sleep up here with you tonight. Starfish eat bad dreams so you have only happy ones!

[ no they don't. ]

[Somehow Sokka doesn't seem terribly interested in Miss Philip. Go figure.]

I don't think it'll work this time, Ikki. [But then, he hasn't had a dream in four months. He has no idea what's in store for him.}

...What would, then?

I don't think there's anything that can.

[He hasn't even tried to sleep, but he has a feeling that when he does, it's not going to be pleasant.]

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Well...if you think of anything, you can tell me! And I'll try to help out.

[He nods at Ikki and though he tried to smile, it just ends up being a sort of frown instead.]

Thanks Ikki. I'll remember that.

...I'll be down the hall if you need me! Do you want to have a sleepover with Phillip?

[Head shake.]

No, I think you should take him.

HER. Phillip is a she!!

...But anyway, sleep well, Uncle Sokka. I'm glad you're home, now.

[ And she will take her starfish-in-a-bucket and leave Sokka to his own devices. ]

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