bloodisthicker | a few letters

a few letters

...a general cw: suicide goes here, I guess.

[When Sokka leaves... or goes back to his room, whichever it is, there will be a letter shoved underneath his door.]

You know… I always looked up to you as a hero. Not just you, of course--all the old war heroes were inspirations to me when I was young. I guess it was a little bit of rebellion, given who my father was... but really, it’s just how kids are, right? Everyone wants to be just like their heroes when they grow up.

I guess most people grow out of that, but I still wanted to be a hero anyway. Maybe if I wasn’t such a weak kid, I would’ve grown out of it, too… but the truth is, I really am weak. I got by through faking strength until I managed to convince myself I was the strong, principled hero sort that I wanted to be instead of someone just… trying to run away from all the things I was guilty about, I guess.

...I’d probably be less hurt about the whole thing if I was a stronger person, anyway. I always tried to keep everyone at arm’s length emotionally, but… I guess those walls were more fragile than I thought. Just like that one was, hopefully, eh? Regardless, though… at this point, I’m more of a liability than anything. For all you or I know, I could just snap and kill someone… or I could spend the whole time being particularly suspicious and get everyone killed the other way.

So I guess it’s probably a good idea to do the heroic thing and remove myself from the equation while putting the groups back together instead of leaving both sides to dwindle and be pitted against each other. I’m probably not going to exist anymore if you get out anyway, and I’m finding myself wondering if that’s good or bad.

...it’s kind of funny. I never wanted to tell you about my past, but… I kept debating whether or not I should’ve asked you to check up on some kids I was worried about that I knew growing up before the year my brother disappeared, because there was something going on there and maybe an intervention could’ve fixed things.

But… I don’t know. Maybe it was too late for us when we actually started bloodbending to begin with. I guess that’s up to you to decide now, isn’t it?

-Tarrlok

[There's also a letter shoved under Ren's door, and there's another letter accompanying it (below).]

Sorry about this morning. There’s still some leftover gravy in the refrigerator if you have someone to heat it up and make pancakes for you, but I didn’t have time to make any as an apology.

...I never really talked with you about it, but the way you talk about interpersonal relationships and feelings of weakness… well, I get it, but don’t be me, Mr. Hoek. I don’t know whether having that sort of thing crumble down on you is worse than just… facing up to it yourself, I suppose.

...by the way, you get on well with Mailbox, right? I hope you don’t mind me asking you to give him a letter. I… really couldn’t face the poor thing after what I’d done.

-Tarrlok (a.k.a. George Washington)

[Annnd this letter is included with Ren's.]

I’m very, very sorry about all that. You didn’t deserve that. You don’t deserve any of this. I hope the fact that I’ve made communication a little bit easier means you can hang back and keep a low profile.

This place is a lot more dangerous than you probably think. Just take care of yourself from now on.

-Tarrlok

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a few letters

SOKKA

REN

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