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"Of course I can burn ropes without damaging the person!" Zuko scoffed, pride wounded.
"Well… what would you do if you got out of this cell?" Katara asked quietly.
Sokka just continued to observe quietly, feeling something was up.
"I will rescue my uncle." Zuko swore.
"What else?" Katara asked curiously.
"I would help you rescue the Avatar if that's what you were asking." Zuko said softly.
"Really?" Katara said, shocked that he would be so forward.
"Yes, why not. If you haven't noticed, I'm an outlaw. My father doesn't want me and I'm chased by my crazy sister."
"I suppose so…" Katara mused.
"How would we get out of here?"
"I…" Katara faltered and fell into silence. She glanced over at Sokka, "Well, can't you think of anything?"
It was so quiet that the air seemed to have a hum to it. Katara was silently focusing on the air around her, trying to do the impossible.
Now it was Sokka who broke down the silence barrier, "Could you smoke us out?"
"What!" Zuko asked, spinning on his heel and staring at the Water Tribe boy if he was crazy.
"That's brilliant!" Katara exclaimed, as she said that she released her tension on the air, the gas slipped into its liquid state and splashed to the floor. Mostly, it dribbled all over Sokka.
Katara grinned widely. She bent the water off of Sokka and swirling it around her, re-hydrating her body.
"How…" Both Sokka and Zuko whispered in confusion and awe.
"Don't think. Bend." Katara announced, almost to herself. More water spilled out of thin air. "Zuko could you start on those ropes, please?"
Zuko slowly turned to the wary water tribe warrior. "Hold still. I promise I won't burn you."
"Right…" Sokka replied, slightly sarcastic and fearful at the same time.
Zuko knelt beside him and carefully lit the ropes afire. Instantly, the ropes were inflamed. Covering Sokka in a swirling loop of flame. Sokka grit his teeth and bit his tongue to keep from yelping. Slowly, the fire died down, along with it, the ropes crumpled into ash, falling away from the unburned warrior.
Sokka stood carefully, testing his arms and legs; he looked intently at his body, looking for some kind of burn. Once his search produced no burn, Sokka turned to Zuko and Katara, who were carefully watching him.
"Let's do this!" He said, punching the air for a major emphasis.
Katara smiled and rolled her eyes. Zuko smirked and intensified his flames. Smoke rolled out the door slot and into the hallway.