It took Sokka about half a second to dodge the very sharp and pointy mirror that was heading straight towards his face. He stepped to the right as he drew his boomerang from its holster at his back and deflected it to the other side. He picked up the glass from the floor and spun around facing the princess, ready to tell her off for being a psycho. But what he saw in front of him was not the crazy manipulative villain he had faced before during the war, but a young girl crying at the mention of her possibly dead mother. Sokka finally saw what Zuko had been trying to describe to him and he couldn't help but imagine Katara like that. It was so much worse than he had pictured it and almost brought him to tears.

He quickly regained his composure and took a step closer to her. He heard a faint "Go" in between her sniffles. Sokka was never good at dealing with crying girls so he hesitated for a minute before turning around and walking away quiet and somber. After a few long strides he heard a sound of clanging metal. He turned his head to see Azula reaching out towards the sandwich he left for her. She opened it up and began nibbling at it, silent tears moistening it.

A sense of accomplishment should have filled him but rage was the only thing filling his body. How could they let her starve and hurt herself! Everyone deserves at least a decent meal. He made it a priority to go talk to Zuko and Aang about the White Lotus' neglect and abusive behavior towards its captives. How cowardly and disgusting of them to let a teenage girl suffer and live under those conditions, no matter how messed up she was.

When he finally exited the prison he became aware of a sharp pain in his palm. He opened it to find the piece of mirror Azula had directed at him cutting through his skin. He had squeezed it so tightly in his anger that he had begun to bleed.

"Katara can we talk?" Sokka inquired upon his arrival at the house they all shared. She was in the kitchen making some tea. "Sure bro." She answered as she sat down at the kitchen table. He took a seat next to her nervously playing with his hands. What he was about to tell her would probably make her really really mad. He braced himself to be slapped by a water tentacle and got his thoughts out as quickly as possible.

"TodayIvisitedAzula." Once he said it he held up his hands in front of his face for protection. "Please don't kill me."

Katara remained quiet, an unreadable expression painted on her face. Sokka was just grateful he hadn't gotten any water related injuries she would have to later heal herself. He still flinched slightly when Katara set down her cup on the table.

"I suppose you're going to give me a lengthy explanation justifying it." The words might have been reassuring if she didn't have a deadly look in her eyes.

"Please hear me out before you go around making assumptions." He took a deep breath and began once Katara let out a little huff of disapproval. "Remember when you last saw her, at the Agni Kai she had with Zuko? Well she wasn't very stable. And after you tied-erm, she got arrested, it only got worse. They have her locked up in a dirty cell serving her inedible meals. And she's completely lost it. She's so broken and hurt; it was actually painful to watch."

"Well she deserves it." Katara said curtly. She stood and took her tea cup to the sink. Sokka followed her. "Katara please, you have to think about this."

"I don't have to do anything! And especially not anything to help that deranged psycho!" She pointed an accusatory finger at him. "And you're crazy too for going down there!"

"Look Katara stop. I went down there because Zuko asked me. She really needs he-"

Katara cut him short. "Zuko asked you to what? Why I should give him a piece of my mind. He knows better than to send a rabbit to the fox's cage."

He shook off the slightly offensive comment off and stayed firm. Sokka was getting very impatient with his sister. He stood in between her and the front door, preventing her to viciously harm the fire lord. "Katara STOP. Please listen. Zuko is just worried for his sister, his little sister. Remember she's the same age as you. She lost her friends, her bending, and even both her parents. You and I should know of all people how that feels. And imagine if someone took away your bending, how that would affect you.

That got her to stop in her tracks. An offended look crossed her face followed by horror and fear. He thought he had finally gotten through to her until she spoke. "So now you're comparing me to her? I'm not an evil monster and she is. No matter what you tell me about how broken and hurt she is won't change the fact that she tried to kill us and the rest of the world. She got what was coming to her and we should let it be."

She pushed past him and started walking towards her room mumbling unintelligible insults under her breath. Sokka panicked and resorted to the only thing that could change his sister's mind.

"Aang thought it was a good idea too." Her hand froze on the doorknob to her room. On cue the front door creaked open and the cheery airbender walked in. Sokka's eyes widened in terror and fear for his friends' life. He tried to signal him to leave the house waving his hands around but Aang mistook this as some sort of invitation to come in faster.

"Hey Sokka! Have you seen Katara? I found this really neat bracelet down at the market today and I thought she would really like it." He left his glider by the front door and walked into the living room where Sokka stood. Katara was almost charging towards them with a lethal look in her eyes. Aang was confused and Sokka worried. Instead of yelling or arguing with them she walked past them and out the door waterbending the pond in front of the house and throwing icicles at the ground furiously.

"What's wrong with Katara?" Aang inquired.

"I told her about Azula." He replied simply and walked towards the back yard as the Avatar rushed out the door to find his girlfriend. With a heavy sigh Sokka slumped down on a stone bench his elbows on his knees and face buried in his hands. Everything was falling apart just after they started piecing the world back together and it drove him crazy. He expected to have some time of normalcy to recover from running all over the world defeating evil overlords and battling assassins back and forth. Now he was caught in the middle of another crazy mess. The things he does to help out his friend, he deserves a medal or something. But amidst all the craziness there was something about Azula that deeply intrigued him. Like an intricate jagged puzzle waiting to be pieced back together by the right person who put in the time and effort. Sokka really liked puzzles and fixing things and this opportunity was too good to pass up.

He shifted his position so he was lying on his back facing the darkening sky. His mind wandered to memories of Yue and he silently asked her for help and a shield to protect his face from Azula's ammo, he's going to need both if he was going back there tomorrow.