Yeah, Sokka won't deny how nice it was in the Dreaming... how nice and convenient it was to be there. For Sokka, Suki was there. They'd found Katara, of course, and she was staying just as he was, which had certainly reaffirmed his decision not to head back home. And in the grand scheme of things, it had almost felt like a proverbial paradise what with no real malignant forces outside of their own imaginations haunting them. Being back on Asti meant that they were going to have to face the music at some point.
"Yeah, it was like our own little paradise, wasn't it?" he says kind of dreamily, as if he could almost taste it. But really, he can't. It's just out of reach no matter how hard he tries to recover it. He sighs then and just shakes his head. "Nope, of course it wouldn't last. And now we're here, back at the throes of... well, them," he says with a gesture out of the hotel, obviously referring to the kedan. "What do you want to bet that we're not going to get a parade for our work, huh?"
But whatever. That's less of an issue or a concern than the loss of Taraja. Even if it makes sense that Taraja left, the absence is still there. Even if the mental link isn't completely shut off, he can't help but feel physically torn by the distance.
"You know, I would have imagined my father would have felt the same way too... if he'd been around when my sister and I left the South Pole," he says. After all, Hakoda had already left to go fight in the Hundred-year War, and so Sokka had left without him ever knowing. "We didn't meet him until long after that, and by then we'd already been through a number of battles. But even so, I can imagine that, at that point, Dad probably felt something of the same thing."
He looks off to the distance, perhaps in the direction that Taraja was, but who could really tell inside the Midnight Hotel; they were in this little pocket universe anyway that didn't make scientific sense.
"I can't help but wonder if they know that we're alive the same way we know they're alive," Sokka says, thinking about it a little bit. "Maybe they'll actually decide to come back one day to see how we're doing! You know, since we can't really steer this city-turtle thing."
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"Yeah, it was like our own little paradise, wasn't it?" he says kind of dreamily, as if he could almost taste it. But really, he can't. It's just out of reach no matter how hard he tries to recover it. He sighs then and just shakes his head. "Nope, of course it wouldn't last. And now we're here, back at the throes of... well, them," he says with a gesture out of the hotel, obviously referring to the kedan. "What do you want to bet that we're not going to get a parade for our work, huh?"
But whatever. That's less of an issue or a concern than the loss of Taraja. Even if it makes sense that Taraja left, the absence is still there. Even if the mental link isn't completely shut off, he can't help but feel physically torn by the distance.
"You know, I would have imagined my father would have felt the same way too... if he'd been around when my sister and I left the South Pole," he says. After all, Hakoda had already left to go fight in the Hundred-year War, and so Sokka had left without him ever knowing. "We didn't meet him until long after that, and by then we'd already been through a number of battles. But even so, I can imagine that, at that point, Dad probably felt something of the same thing."
He looks off to the distance, perhaps in the direction that Taraja was, but who could really tell inside the Midnight Hotel; they were in this little pocket universe anyway that didn't make scientific sense.
"I can't help but wonder if they know that we're alive the same way we know they're alive," Sokka says, thinking about it a little bit. "Maybe they'll actually decide to come back one day to see how we're doing! You know, since we can't really steer this city-turtle thing."