[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...
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Ah, more people are going crazy. What a surprise.
Or maybe they're figuring out the truth.
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The truth? Wha-what have you heard? C-Can you tell me something or do I have to show you my proof?
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[It's simple and blunt. He seems to be ignoring what Sokka just said.]
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[Because his voice is a little uneven and he's really concerned for you, bro.]
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[Sokka leans in and whispers.] I have proof for you, a-and I saved it. I-it's exactly what you need to keep them from keeping you here...
[In his efforts to show off, though, he accidentally hits that yellow button, inadvertently sending his super secret coordinates Jet's way. Of course, Sokka doesn't notice and instead holds up a drawing of... well, Jet. He's extra-tall, and the only real way to tell its Jet is the hook swords. It's signed by Sokka.] C-Can you see?
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[But he's already sheathed his swords and headed out, his anxiousness getting the better of him. He refuses to look at the drawing or even Sokka right now, focusing on where he's going.
Until he gets there.]
...nobody's gonna get you.
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They've got us-- they've already got us, but if we don't keep our proof... [Speaking of, the tribesman shoves his drawing at Jet and then goes to look out the door of his little food bunker.] ...shouldn't have come-- now they'll find it. Gonna have to move everything-- gotta move, gotta change it...
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[Sokka rubs his forehead and looks around, bleary-eyed.] Someday... one day...
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