beach you to the punch . sokka vs dusk day 4

Oh my god I just killed someone. Like, not knocked them out, but full on un-alived them. Who knew that murder could make you just, like, feel like sh-ship? (and not the stuff drying on my head, though that sucks too).

But there's still no sign of the others, or my boomerang, or my dignity anywhere. There can't be many of us left, right? Like come on, how much more do I have to do in order to find the others? Was one murder not enough?

A girl appears, and suddenly there's a searing pain in my arm. Or, rather, what used to be my arm. I may or may not scream. Haven't I suffered enough?

Huh. Suppose not.

sokka attacks dusk with dat spear

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3169 -- Block -- 0.0 damage

Yeah that went about as well as attacking someone with a semi-familiar weapon with my non-dominant hand could go. Oh well.

I watch as she takes a break, chokes down some truly god-awful looking ice cream (oh god, is she a masochist?) before returning her attention to the fight.

"What would we give to go back home, right? Carefree, safe.." says the girl, and there's something earnest about it, something that tugs at the strings of my heart. Which is really weird, given that, yanno, she just chopped my arm clean off.

"Yeah," I respond, looking out to the sea. "Home."

At least if I die, I'll die looking at the same view I grew up with.

sokka attacks dusk with dat spear

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3142 -- Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage

Too long I spend gazing out into the familiar abyss. Too long do I leave myself open. Pain erupts from my back as an icy finger draws itself down my spine.

Next thing I know, I have a face full of sand and red, red blood staining everything in front of me.

So this is it, huh.

I'm sorry, Katara. I tried. No, seriously, I really did! Whatever test that I have now failed, it wasn't because of my own negligence, for once.

Shakily, I stand. Unsteadily, I turn.

"I meant, uh, a place of peace, joy, comfort," the girl is saying. "We all want to get there."

I think of the memories with my friends. That's close enough, isn't it?

"I had that, before, well, all of this happened," I manage between gasps of air. "Was worth it, 'n the end."

Worth it enough to keep fighting, keep on suffering in this miserable existence? Keep struggling, up until the very end?

I think so.

sokka attacks dusk with dat spear

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3167 -- Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage