As promised, real dialogue for this story. To keep things interesting, I have different disclaimers and author's notes.
Toph: So I guess we're supposed to do something, then. Like say the disclaimer?
Samtna: [nods eagerly]
Sokka: I have a question: if you say the disclaimer, does that make you a "disclaimerer?"
Samtana: …here's my answer.
Sokka: What does that mean? Why are you only holding up one finger?
Samtana: Don't worry about it. Now, disclaim away, mighty disclaimer…er.
Sokka: I don't know… it's been a while. I think I'm a bit rusty. Here goes: Samtana doesn't own… what's the name of the show again?
Toph: [slaps herself on the forehead]
Samtana: Avatar. I don't own Avatar.
Sokka: Right.
Chit Sang's Confession, Part 2
Everyone sat around the fire. They were all waiting for Chit Sang to finish the story, but the tall, muscular man seemed to have hit a soft spot in his character. Katara had come to realize that his wife generally brought about a smooth warmness in his demeanor. She had no trouble imagining Chit Sang's past as a street fighter, and his prior drug addiction fit his appearance perfectly. But she would never have guessed that he would fall so deeply in love as to kick his addiction and return to business school, to live together and raise a beautiful baby boy together.
The battered man, still showing signs of the brutalities of the Boiling Rock tortures, cleared his throat. Without trying to seem too eager, Katara leaned ever so slightly forward. She had the feeling that she could predict what he would say next, but she didn't want to believe it until he said it aloud.
"I didn't know what to do," said Chit Sang, as if stalling while he searched for the perfect words. "Would you? What would you do if they took your child?"
No one said a word. Sokka could only shake his head slowly from side to side, clutching Suki's hand tightly. Even Toph had an expression, and was being respectfully still. Katara's eyes darted over to Aang for a moment, whose eyes were closed in deep concentration. Still trying to dismiss thoughts of having children with him as girly fantasies, she tried nonetheless to put herself in Chit Sang's position. What if she was forced to choose between Aang and their child? Katara knew which choice Chit Sang made, even without him saying it outright. But somehow it wasn't true until he confessed it himself.
"They gave me a week," he continued somberly. "If I turned her in, they would give me Uni back. I almost ran out of time thinking about it. I even thought about giving them my own life instead. But I was a coward, and in the end I gave in."
"And you gave her to them," whispered Katara, so quietly that she shouldn't have been heard. But everyone was so still and tense that it was impossible to miss a sound. Chit Sang looked her in the eye and nodded, his eyes watering up.
"And that was the worst thing I have ever done," he said, his angry voice wavering. "Because they threw me in prison anyway."
Suki gasped lightly.
"I was such a coward!" sobbed Chit Sang. "This is what happened when you deal with the devil. But I will say one thing: that feeling of guilt was so much worse than any torture they could think up at the Boiling rock. No matter what they did to me, I knew I had been through worse. I knew I had been through worse."
Conversation ended with that, as Chit Sang bored his head into his arm and whimpered pathetically. It was catchy. Katara wiped a tear from her own eye.
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Chit Sang: Feels… incomplete.
Samtana: I just gotten back into writing. Give me a break.
Toph: Yeah. He'll strain something if he writes much more than this.
Samtana: Hah, hah, ow, my hamstring.
-samtana
