Sokka lay flat on his stomach on the saddle, gazing back at where the ships were disappearing.
"Sokka . . . I'm sorry." Aang had moved to the saddle, Appa flying straight ahead without guidance. "I know you were with your dad. It's just . . . Katara's in trouble, and she – I – we need you."
They needed him.
For all his life, Sokka's dream had been to fight alongside his father . . . but he'd just willingly left that behind. For this.
"It's okay, Aang." This felt right. "My place is with Katara . . . and you."
