BEAUTIFUL MOON. when he passes, his eyes stare at the moon. how she invites him back, how she calls for him. sokka’s place is next to the moon. it has always been the moon. when he feels pain, pain from the wound, his eyes close ( but there is no darkness. shouldn’t death bring him darkness ? ) he opens his eyes to LIGHT. light that warms him from his toes to his head, light. moonlight ? that glows. etheral, he sees an angel. the same angel he’s seen so often before. in dreams. is this a dream? no. sokka closes his eyes, pinching his skin, no. this is real. EXPRESSION SOFTENS . “ yue ? “ he asks, voice questioning . this is real ? eyes search the surroundings, the light. the moonlight that’s always protected him “ i thought — ” sokka can’t , his words mix with tears ( joy. how long since he has cried for joy ? ) as he watches her . “ i thought i’d never see you again. ”