See, we all got what I call a “life trap”, this gene-deep certainty that things will be different, that you’ll move to another city and meet the people that’ll be the friends for the rest of your life, that you’ll fall in love and be fulfilled. Fucking fulfillment. And closure. Whatever the fuck those two fucking empty jars are to hold this shitstorm in. Nothing is ever fulfilled until the very end.
Sokka, when you first arrived, you were so unsure. You even seemed down on yourself. But I saw something in you right away. I saw a heart as strong as a lion turtle, and twice as big. And as we trained, it wasn’t your skills that impressed me. No it certainly wasn’t your skills.You showed something beyond that: creativity, versatility, intelligence. These are the traits that define a great swordsman. And these are the traits that define you. You told me that you didn’t know if you were worthy, but I believe you to be more worthy than any man I have ever trained.
"Listen to her, the queen would have cried if she had her tongue. You still have time to flee. Run, you little fools!
…A lioness does not fear a frog, no matter how old and ugly she might be. She should have gone, she should have listened, she should have run away. Instead she took the dagger Maggy offered her, and ran the twisted iron blade across the ball of her thumb. Then she did Melara too.”
Son, I found your fedora. At first I thought you were a brony and I was going to be very disappointed. But then I found your giant stash of checkered vans and hawaiian shirts. Ska punk forever, son. Ska punk forever.