"Gone gone." The silence stretched out, the words ringing in the air. "He doesn't exist."
No one spoke. Sokka felt his whole body going cold – but if he had to step up and be the man in this situation, he would.
"What do you mean Aang doesn't exist?" he asked, trying to sound confident as his blood slowly froze. "Do you mean he's – you know" – It was harder to say the word than he would have thought. "Dead?"
"Nope – we could find him if he were dead." The hunter shrugged, uncaring.
But despite her disinterest, Sokka practically melted in relief.