Lies
"Would you ever leave me, Katara?"
"No. . . never."
Liar. You want to leave, you're trying to leave, you want to stow away and never return—with anyone! Even. . . especially. . . him.
"How did he find us?"
"I don't know Sokka."
Of course you do, he asked you the night before last where you were headed before yanking your shirt off. You told him, breathlessly, while you had sex.
"Katara, will you help me no matter what?"
"Of course, Aang."
No, you won't. You're a fake—you want nothing more than to go home.
"I can do this, right?"
"Of course."
The games you play, you deceitful girl. You know he can't. He'll die if he takes on Ozai.
"Katara. . .?"
"Yes, Aang?"
"I. . . I love you."
"Oh. Aang—I. . ."
You could be honest. You could say that 'you're nothing more than a boy; I don't love you'. You don't.
"I. . . love you too Aang."
Liar.