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[markofthebrave]

Katara was surveying the room that had been her home for the past four years. Four years was two years longer than any place she'd ever lived before. She was excited and scared and worried and full of hope at the same time.

And she had no idea what was best to pack. She'd never had a chance to accumulate this much stuff before. One bag, one carry-on, and that was it. Military grade. Edges sharp.

Normally she'd go bother Sokka about it as he had a better eye than she did for stuff in general, but he'd been... even more distant and upset lately. So as it was there was just a pile of stuff on her bed that she was sorting through slowly.

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Sokka hated it. On one hand, he was glad to get out of Barrow, sure. The hero status was great and all, but he was pretty sure Hahn knew. All those questions at school. Those subtle suggestions and veiled accusations. Sokka had come close to throwing a punch when they met in town, but held himself. Not because he felt it was wrong. He was terrified of what he might do if his powers manifested in some expected way. So Sokka had walked home, fuming in anger.

Filling this bag was hard. How was he supposed to pick up and leave again? He'd stuffed in some clothes, a few electronics, a picture frame of their parents, and a few other things. It didn't seem like enough. And he soon decided something was missing. Which meant barging into his sister's room.

"Katara, where's my headphones?" Because obviously if they weren't in his room, then she must have them.