17. The Light of Truth [Video] [Backdated]
[The network feed clicks on accidentally, transmitting darkness and a quiet but insistent voice whispering conspiratorially.]
...proof, proof... They want proof and I can give them proof. I can give them proof and then they'll see... We can't be treated-- they can't make us go through i-if they have proof...
[After the sound of stirring, the scene lights, revealing a very disturbed looking young man holed up in a dark room. Sokka realizes instantly that his PCD is recording and he leans in with his light, shaking some papers at the camera.]
See? See, they're watching and I have proof of the truth... [He shakes the papers.] You think-- you think they care? They don't care, they just want to take away our proof. C-Can't you see it? Every day-- every day we're here, they take more. Moreandmoreandmoreandmore until before you know it-- [Sokka gestures grandly and the papers go everywhere.] --poof! There goes your proof, there goes your truth a-and then what?
[Sokka shakes his head and dips off screen to collect his papers. The feed continues to transmit his mutterings well after his tirade.]
...get the proof, gotta prove it, can't let them down... There's no truth too small, no proof too minor. Gonna take it all, gotta get it, gotta keep it safe...
[[OOC: While Sokka is dealing nominally with his asylum world, he is having a little trouble with reality. Backdated to late Thursday/early Friday morning.]]
...proof, proof... They want proof and I can give them proof. I can give them proof and then they'll see... We can't be treated-- they can't make us go through i-if they have proof...
[After the sound of stirring, the scene lights, revealing a very disturbed looking young man holed up in a dark room. Sokka realizes instantly that his PCD is recording and he leans in with his light, shaking some papers at the camera.]
See? See, they're watching and I have proof of the truth... [He shakes the papers.] You think-- you think they care? They don't care, they just want to take away our proof. C-Can't you see it? Every day-- every day we're here, they take more. Moreandmoreandmoreandmore until before you know it-- [Sokka gestures grandly and the papers go everywhere.] --poof! There goes your proof, there goes your truth a-and then what?
[Sokka shakes his head and dips off screen to collect his papers. The feed continues to transmit his mutterings well after his tirade.]
...get the proof, gotta prove it, can't let them down... There's no truth too small, no proof too minor. Gonna take it all, gotta get it, gotta keep it safe...
[[OOC: While Sokka is dealing nominally with his asylum world, he is having a little trouble with reality. Backdated to late Thursday/early Friday morning.]]