Toph...and anyone who knows Sokka..

[ Aang's voice is hesitant. From how red his eyes are, it's clear he's been crying for a while. He looks miserable, and much younger then his twelve years. He's curled into as small of a ball on the couch in Horton 114 as he can achieve.]

He's... [ The monk can't seem to bring himself to say 'dead'. ]

He's gone.

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