Room 308, Wednesday Midday

[the_merriest]

Rikku was in her room. Working on her mech droid thing for Invent-o-whatever class.

Which was, thus far, a miserable failure, and not helped much by Petey attempting to eat the outlying bits of it.

That was okay. It was a mech droid. Mech droids were safe. Not arguments or coats or anything else she wasn't thinking about. Because she wasn't. She was working on her mech droid.

She had a fruit basket on her desk - hers, from class, because she hadn't given it to anyone yet. Because that seemed mean and she was too tired and empty to be mean today. Because she had a feeling maybe she should keep it.

Her door was wide open. In case anybody wanted some fruit. Poke at the mech droid. Bother Petey. Talk. Something. Right?

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"Hey, that's not for you," she frowned, looking at the basket.

She blinked, considering the specifications, and then shrugged. "Okay. It can totally be for you. Have some. Uh. I'm working on my ... you know. Project."

She stuck her tongue out at that and gestured to the mess of a mech droid on her bed.

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Sokka pause, hand hovering over the basket, and shrugged. "Well, if it's for someone else... I mean, I'm not the sort of person to... touch... other people's... fruit." He sighed. "Okay, pretend that came out snarky and sexually suggestive. I guess I'm kind of 'off' tonight. ...Hey, project's lookin' good!"

[the_merriest]

"This is where I'd crack a joke about you always being off, but I'm not in a mood to be mean. Have an orange or something, it's okay, I was gonna give it to someone but I hadn't figured out who yet." She gestured vaguely. "Mech droid. I thought I'd ..."

She lowered her voice. "We have them back home. So I kinda didn't invent it. I'm just ... upgrading." Frown. "And taking the weapons off."

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Sokka shrugged. "Professor Glitch and his thing about weapons. I mean, I get that using knowledge for evil is bad, but not all weapons are EVIL. I nearly got dragged into the spirit world 'cause of that kind of thinking..." He trailed off, peering at her. "What do you mean, you're not in a mood to be mean? Are you feeling okay?"

[the_merriest]

"I had to save the world," Rikku said coolly. "We didn't tell Sin very nicely that it shouldn't devour islands any more. We killed it, and I had an ancient legendary weapon to help me do it. I get ... mad sometimes. About the whole ... some people get to sit and say, weapons are bad, you're vicious and wrong for having them, and then when wild boars storm in, they climb up on the tables and wait for you to take care of it so they can go right back to telling you how bad those weapons are. So long as they keep their hands clean, they get to be better than you. It's bullshit."

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Sokka nodded. "Yeah, and then the giant owl-monster tries to tell you that saving the world makes you just as bad as the man who KILLED the MOON."

...Trust him, it really does make sense in context.

He shrugged. "The people who don't LIVE our kind of life don't understand. Sometimes, you gotta kill or be killed, and that sucks, but it's the way it is."

[the_merriest]

"If I don't kill fiends, they're gonna eat whoever walks by next," she said. "They're not ... rational. I can't ask them not to be monsters. I kill them so no one else dies."

She blinked. "Someone killed your moon?"

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"They're evil, therefore they have to die. Simple as that." Sokka shrugged.

"...Yeah. A Fire Nation general, of course. Killed the Moon Spirit. And then my girlfriend died to bring her back to life." He shrugged again. "It's okay. It's a thing."

[the_merriest]

"It's ..." She bit her lip. "You gotta be careful. With. What you call evil, you know? Make sure it's really evil, like monsters, and not just ... people you don't like."

She watched him carefully for the rest of it, and then gasped. Tackleglomp: on. "I'm so sorry," she said, squeezing. "I didn't ... know. That's ..."

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Sokka nodded. "I know what you mean. Zuko's father is evil. Zuko's sister is REALLY evil. But Zuko's just a jerk."


Sokka hugged her back, tightly. "No, I'm okay. Ish." He was mostly lying. "She wasn't really my girlfriend anyway. And she's not really dead, since she's the Moon Spirit now. But if I ever get all weepy-eyed at the moon, that's why. And... I mean, it's nothing like what you've been through."

[the_merriest]

Rikku looked at him, curiously, and then shook her head. "Sokka, don't ... don't think like that. It's not a game. You loved her, yeah? And she went away. That's horrible. I lost a lot of people. That's horrible, too. There are people who lost way more than either of us. That doesn't make any of it less bad. It still sucks when there are people who should be around and they aren't. It sucks hard."

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Sokka shrugged. "If it IS a game, it's one I'm glad to lose. I've only seen -- what, 20? -- something like that -- people die. That's pretty lucky, all things considered, right?"

[the_merriest]

"No," she said, shaking her head. "That's twenty too many."

And that got another hug.