if the southern raiders had been written with a focus on katara and sokka’s relationship with each other and with grief, the conflict would have revolved around whether confronting someone who caused you trauma is necessary to heal or would only end up causing you more pain. both choices would be presented as equally understandable and a personal choice one has to make for themself, rather than manufacturing conflict over the “right” or “wrong” way to deal with grief to uplift one person’s moral philosophy over another’s.
katara, having looked into the eyes of her mother's murderer just before he killed her mother for protecting her, had a uniquely traumatic experience with her mother's death that was different from her brother. especially because katara ended on taking on her mother's role after her death, which is an emotional burden that sokka did not have to bear. sokka's trauma from his mother's death is tied more to the aftermath of losing his mother, and then later his father to the war rather than a personal hatred for the faceless man who killed his mother. this doesn't make his grief lesser, just different.
so it would only make sense that in the southern raiders, sokka would be opposed to katara going after yon rha. not because he doesn't deserve to die - because sokka is not a pacifist, he understands the realities of war. sokka would worry that facing yon rha would hurt katara more than it would ever help her heal. because for him, confronting yon rha would mean putting a face to the war that broke his family apart - a despicable person that he doesn't like to think about, a person that he would never want to see.
but katara is different. she needs this closure, she needs to face the terrible man who took her mother away and not be that scared little girl who ran away all over again. she needs this trip to deal with the survivor's guilt she's been carrying with her for the last six years. and it makes sense that sokka doesn't understand that at first. just as it makes sense that katara doesn't understand why sokka wouldn't want the same.
that's why at the end of the episode, katara is in a better state mentally than she was earlier. even though she is still conflicted over her choice not to kill yon rha, she needed to face the personification of her trauma, the representation of the childhood she lost, and that was what helped her heal - it really wasn't about choosing "peace" or "violence." and the episode should have ended with a conclusion between katara and sokka, in which both come to understand that the pain they experienced over their mother's death was different, and so they each had a different (but equally valid) way of coping with their grief.
(as a side note - this is also why zuko is the perfect person to accompany katara on her journey. they both have very similar experiences with grieving the loss of their mothers who sacrificed themselves for them, and both choose to confront the man who took their mother away from them, which helped them both to heal. zuko understands katara's need to face the person that has caused her trauma, even if sokka and aang do not understand at first because their experiences were different)
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the essence of zukka is incredibly easy to nail down it still confuses me that people ARE so confused but it's like ok... other than toph sokka was the most open one to actually accept zuko into their group in a non-hostile way (not that say katara was wrong at all but he was definitely not as mad as her) and as much as the life changing field trip jokes are funny they were ALREADY somehow ride or die the second zuko said no we'll take my war balloon. they didn't even take the damn trip yet.
they're enemies to begrudging acquaintances to immediate ride or dies for life. they're the plan guy (sokka) and the runs into action without literally ANY thought guy (zuko). hey JERKS how's your JERKBENDING 😙. they're the blue spirit and an honourary kyoshi warrior. in the comics they had a little club where they "swordbended" together bc they both fight with swords... like that is so stinking cute... they were taught by the SAME GUY actually... they're both the eldest of the group and brothers to prodigy sisters, they both lost their mother and in a way their father... nonbender/bender duo, firelord/ambassador or prince/son of the chief of the southern water tribe.
they were both raised with expectations, sokka was a parentified child and zuko an infantilised one. zuko is an idiot and sokka ISN'T but he's prone to silliness and having fun over the course of his narrative arc and zuko needs to relax once every 30 hours or he'll die from a stomach ulcer. they both tell dogshit jokes and are the only ones who probably think they're funny and they both hate each others jokes. they would probably invent their own language if they could. they're the most different ever and yet the exactly the same person. they're stupid teenage boys and child soldiers and forefront leaders of a nation. they're going to grow up together.
in 2021 there was an article pointing out we don't know who sokka was with as an adult and we do know zuko was a single father and mai and him DID break up and it would be weird for 100% of them to stay with the person you were dating when you were 16. it's one of sokka's va's favourite ships who is arguably knowledgeable about his own character. it IS the live action actors favourite ship and they call each other their boyfriend or whatever. one of the first full convos zuko had with him was him trying to make him feel better in the most insane autistic way possible talking about silver sandwiches. they would probably smoke weed together and invent a brand new brilliant machine that only one of them can run. IT'S EASY WHAT'S NOT CLICKING HERE.
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and the difference is this | M+ | 2/7
After a horrible moment that leaves her befuddled, Katara seeks out the most undesirable route to her problem. For Zutara Week 2023 (@zutaraweek), Day 5 + 6: Respite, Forge.
One long, agonizing hour later, Dr. Microbiology—Dr. Yen—walks back into her hospital room.
“I heard,” she says, wordlessly brandishing a chocolate pudding cup once she’s near, “and I’d’ve come sooner but I was at a rather important conference with legal at the time. How are you feeling, Miss Kyason?”
Katara accepts the pudding cup with greedy, grateful hands. “Like I just had a microbiologist bring me pudding in consolation for crying my eyes out,” she deadpans, busy licking at the peeled top of said consolation without shame. Her eyes close at the sugar-rich thickness of manufactured chocolate, the taste like heaven after only days of ice and neon green jello. “La that’s good,” she sighs, voice still gritty from her breakdown. “Thank you for this, doctor, but to what do I really owe the pleasure?”
Dr. Yen, already having acquired the rolling chair, raises an unimpressed eyebrow as she kicks herself back over.
“In a new mood, are we?”
“Resigned to my apparent fate,” Katara rebuts, licking into the pudding cup, “the crying and all—y’know? You know. But the chocolate is helping. I may yet revert to a reasonable woman by the time I ask for another.”
A bright chuckle lifts the doctor’s shoulders. She reaches into the pocket of her white coat and then promptly drops another pudding cup into Katara’s lap. Quickly, and as abrupt as the smile that pulls at her face, Katara feels a little more like herself.
“Thank you! You are a saint.”
“Not as such,” Dr. Yen’s own smile becomes smaller, her brown eyes both unyielding and empathetic. “Last I saw you, you were gone with heat-sick and dead to the world. Do you remember what happened?”
“I remember being annoyed.” Katara starts to scowl out of reflex, but the insufferably patient look in the doctor’s eye makes her fix her face and focus. She takes a deep breath around the rim of her pudding cup. “It was sudden,” she explains slowly, “like the first time it happened, before I went to the clinic. One moment I was okay and the next I was burning, slipping away from myself. It hurt. I was barely able to see past my nose, barely even able to talk. There was so much venom...”
The doctor hums. “And what did you smell?”
Smell?
“There was—” wood and turned soil, sunshine and sweetgrass. Curiosity and concern, now that she can think; the freshwater bloom of captivation underneath it all. She quiets, mulling over her hazed recollections with a frown.
“There was?” Dr. Yen asks, a gentle prompt. “Was there anything notable about that moment?”
For whatever reason, the doctor’s phrasing makes the realization click into place.
It isn’t about what she could smell—it was about who and the fact that she did—amongst the entrie rotation of nurses and other staff that have come into this space; even now, with her nostrils flaring in concentration, seeking out Dr. Yen’s scent and coming up with nothing but traces of coffee and paper, concrete and flora as if she’d walked briefly through a garden to get here; Katara has not been able to parse a single personal scent, no pheromones, no emotions, no nuance. The surpressants in her system were still working.
And then a soldier had walked into her room, brandishing concern and captivation.
Cherry and smoke.
Alpha...
Katara’s tongue dries even as a faint tingle starts up at the base of her gums. Suddenly she can no longer pretend to think about what she must do, the ebbing of rejection towards the reality of her solution now a ripple of obstinate resignation. It is no less a kick to the chest, as bleak of an acceptance as she’d so brashly stated it to be when the doctor had walked in—and yet, even in the midst of acceptance and the precipice of a verifiable truth...
‘Get it over with,’ she tells herself; reminds herself that there is, will be, no better option available. ‘Don’t dwell, Katara. Move on to the next step and don’t stop there, either.’
With a silent sigh, she nods to herself. No more what-the-fucking. “Did that man leave my things?” She asks, turning the nearly-empty pudding cup in her hands. Dr. Yen’s small smile returns.
“He never left without them, dear.”
...What?
“What?”
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Zuko: I love it when you're drinking pineapple drinks and you can't feel your tongue and your entire face starts sweating, it's so cleansing.
Katara: Sounds like you're allergic to pineapples.
Ozai: Pineapples are supposed to taste like that.
Katara: Pretty sure you're allergic too.
Zuko and Ozai: Nah.
Katara: *visible confusion*
Ursa, exasperated: Just let it go dear. That ship sailed a long time ago.
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