“And my understanding of this group,” Toph said, “is that they all have really big hearts. Even Sokka. Maybe especially Sokka. He acts hard and mature, but usually he's just quaking on the inside. And you know…” She reached out and nudged his clothed knee with her fingertips, leaving three dotted points of dirt behind. “He does most of his quaking when he's around you.”
there are a few instances in this chapter where Sokka shows that he's paying a lot of attention to Zuko, but since Zuko's only getting the brunt of his disregard, he's not quite seeing it. i really like this chapter because Sokka is at the point where he keeps saying he doesn't care about Zuko and yet all his actions paint a different picture entirely. he shows Zuko kindness and keeps track of him all while passing under Zuko's radar.
Sokka downed the rest of the cactus juice. Beside him, Momo picked up the piece he had dropped and started nibbling on it.
“It's … bitter,” Sokka said thoughtfully, scrunching up his nose. Katara made an irate sound, but he ignored her. Pettily, he bit into the flesh of the cactus, and Katara made a louder, higher-pitched noise of protest and distress. “Mm, yeah, bitter,” Sokka confirmed. “But I like it.”
And quite suddenly, that sense of despair that had been hanging off his soul loosed its barbed hooks and slipped off, sinking into the hot sand like water and draining away. He looked up at the vast ocean above them, and then raised the cactus to bite into it again. It was juicy and the flesh was almost floral-tasting, beads of milkiness escaping the corners of his mouth and dribbling down to his neck. It took the thirst from his haggard body, quenching it until it bloated the gulf of his belly and choked him. Yet he bit into it again and again, devouring the succulent meat until he was drenched down to his collarbones.
Abruptly, Katara smacked it out of his hands. And, despairing, Sokka let go, watching it plop onto the sand. Then he tilted his head, recognizing the shape of it.
He clutched at his chest, patting it and then knocking at his rib cage to hear the hollow within him. Because right out on the sand, baking beneath the sun, was his heart.
i don't even have to think about it, this is my absolute favorite part of this chapter. it's based on my favorite poem, how could it not be?