[Sokka is from a warrior culture; he was raised to fight, and to protect, and it's ingrained within him. He's been in many fights where he was at a disadvantage because he couldn't bend, or because he was armed with his only boomerang, and he has never let that hold him back. He has been up close and personal with war, and he has also been up close and personal with loss, and he still rushes out in front of the powerful benders he travels with every single time they fight — because they are people he wants to protect, and because he's a warrior.
He can't fathom the scale of nuclear bombs because he has never seen anything like that in his world. Still, he read the paper, and he understands there is a different level of warfare here, compared to what he knows. He doesn't plan on being stupid, but the idea of hiding away doesn't sit right with him. Not when there could be people stuck outside, in need of help; not when he can be useful doing, instead of waiting.
But it isn't the suggestion to hide that really gets to Sokka. It's the disparaging way that Bucky talks about his boomerang, his weapon of choice, and one of the few combat arts that Sokka is truly a master at wielding. Sokka is aware of his shortcomings, and he knows that being the boomerang guy doesn't make him seem particularly formidable, especially when compared to the others — and he has been trying to do more, by learning how to wield a sword and honing his other skills — but that's exactly why it stings, especially coming from someone with whom he has been building up a slow, albeit necessary, rapport.
But Sokka isn't going to stand around and let someone he barely knows really get to him — he isn't. Especially because, at the end of the day, this is falling back into the territory of what expected from Bucky in the beginning anyway.]
I might. [Throw his boomerang at a heavy bomber.] Or I could, I don't know, help the people who are stuck out there, or drag the injured to safety, or look for people who can't hide themselves.
[You know, just war things.
It's not that Sokka wants to die; it's just that there are more important things than protecting one's own life. He needs to get back to everyone, but how could he face them, if he just cowered underground while there were people in need of help?]
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He can't fathom the scale of nuclear bombs because he has never seen anything like that in his world. Still, he read the paper, and he understands there is a different level of warfare here, compared to what he knows. He doesn't plan on being stupid, but the idea of hiding away doesn't sit right with him. Not when there could be people stuck outside, in need of help; not when he can be useful doing, instead of waiting.
But it isn't the suggestion to hide that really gets to Sokka. It's the disparaging way that Bucky talks about his boomerang, his weapon of choice, and one of the few combat arts that Sokka is truly a master at wielding. Sokka is aware of his shortcomings, and he knows that being the boomerang guy doesn't make him seem particularly formidable, especially when compared to the others — and he has been trying to do more, by learning how to wield a sword and honing his other skills — but that's exactly why it stings, especially coming from someone with whom he has been building up a slow, albeit necessary, rapport.
But Sokka isn't going to stand around and let someone he barely knows really get to him — he isn't. Especially because, at the end of the day, this is falling back into the territory of what expected from Bucky in the beginning anyway.]
I might. [Throw his boomerang at a heavy bomber.] Or I could, I don't know, help the people who are stuck out there, or drag the injured to safety, or look for people who can't hide themselves.
[You know, just war things.
It's not that Sokka wants to die; it's just that there are more important things than protecting one's own life. He needs to get back to everyone, but how could he face them, if he just cowered underground while there were people in need of help?]