Probability

Short A/N: More Sokka, my personal favorite character for his many facets of personality.

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"You and your stupid magic!" Sokka spits. "All of your stupid bending and chi and spirits—it's all just lucky adaptations, tricks of nature!" He claws for reasons, anger changing into desperation for proof that it's not him that's different, it's them, it's them, not him.

Because if it's him that's different, all he would be is little boy in his head still fighting for a reason to wear his battle paint.

Still fighting a war he wasn't ready for.

Still just a little boy, watching the ones he loves fall away without so much as an explanation.

Luck and love and magic—that was all they needed to save the world.

He believes in science, logic, and solid equations. But somehow, whenever he sees them fight in front of him though he's a year ahead of them, he can't find the reasons for why he chose to believe anything at all.