Disclaimer: I don't own the Avatar or any of the characters in this fic. 'Cause if I did, Sokka would be living in my basement right now.
The rain poured sullenly down, hiding Katara's tears. But that was all it was doing; hiding, nothing more. The pain was still laced delicately in her perfect blue eyes; sobs still shook her frail frame, her heart was still broken.
"Katara?" The rasping voice of her bother whispered through the thin night air. The young waterbender didn't want to look down, didn't want to see his dying face. "I'm so sorry."
Her eyes opened and gazed sorrowfully down at Sokka. "What?" Her voice was small and tired; hoarse from disuse and crying.
"I'm sorry," he repeated, "for failing you. If Dad were here, if a true warrior were here, none of this would have happened."
"No," Katara's voice was barely heard as she caressed her older brother's face. "No Sokka, You haven't failed anyone." Desperation crept into her paling features. "You are a warrior."
A contented smile rested on the young water tribe boy's, no man's, lips.
"You really think so?" For the first time in years, since the day their father had left, Katara saw her brother. His blue eyes shone with a child-like joy that would never fade, yet his face was grim with a foreboding look of peace that chilled the young woman to the bone.
"I know so," she managed, choking on the tears.
A look of mischief came into the dying warrior's eyes. "I'll say 'hi' to Mom for you."
Author's Notes: Sorry I haven't been righting much. Just been kinda lazy lately and I didn't want to get off my big bum to write anything. Anyway, I was reading some of Jakia's stuff, and although I am not a zutara fan at all, I fell in love with some of her stuff. In one of her drabbles she mentions Sokka dying and I wondered what Katara would do if this happened so I decide to write it. Then the whole 'Was I a true warrior?' thing happened and I just kind of rolled with it. Sue me :P
P.S. Sorry my stuff is so short!