"I can't believe they're fighting again," said Aang mournfully. "After everything."
Sokka slid down the stump they were sitting on until he lay on the ground, rolling his eyes. "It's pretty much a lost cause."
"I know." Aang looked down at Sokka, his face seeming to hang upside down. "It's depressing, you know? I'm supposed to spread peace, but how can I if I can't even keep my own group together?" He sighed, sliding down beside Sokka in the dirt.
Although Aang was the last thing he had to worry about, Sokka couldn't help patting his arm. "It'll be fine."
