"Creativity often results from knowing the rules and then artfully violating them."
Sokka had always told her not to trust the Fire Nation or anything from it—its trade goods, traditions, or people. Even now that the war was over Sokka was still suspicious. And she couldn't blame him; there were many people like him. He tried not to bring it up or voice his opinions, but sometimes it couldn't be helped.
"Katara, I don't think you should be so excited to visit the Fire Nation." Katara knew what he was trying to say, but decided if he wouldn't bring it up then neither would she.
"Why not Sokka? We haven't seen Iroh or Zuko for a few months now."
"That's exactly my point. Why are you always so excited to see them?"
"They're our friends, Sokka."
"They're from the Fire Nation."
"The war's over. They're trying to be peaceful."
"Katara. Listen to me. Zuko's dangerous, okay?" Katara smiled wryly. Finally Sokka said what he meant. She looked Sokka in the eye to let him know she was serious even though she was still smiling.
"Aang told me he wasn't." She could tell Sokka wanted to scoff, to dismiss the young man easily but that blue glow…he wouldn't be easily dismissed. As her brother's rebuttal died on his lips she added her own testimony to the Avatar's.
"I don't think he's dangerous either."