[silent for a moment, fingers digging idly into the ground beside him. he nods, knowing Longshot's right -- it's better to trust his own instincts. but there's still something bothering him.]

... something happened last month, though. Something really bad, and ... I trusted Sokka with my life. But... what if the Sokka I remember isn't the real one, and this is how he really is? He really came through for me, but...

[sighs and kicks lightly at the ground.] Stupid Luceti.