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[Tharja has seen many things in her strange lifetime, but this device is a new one. However, she instantly deems it useless, and so throws it on the ground - as a result, it turns on during her rant.]

- will pay, oh yes, they will pay... Damn them all...

[As a result of being on the ground, the angle you get of her is a little weird. But she's looking very exhausted and sickly... most likely a result of her ripping off some of those black feathers on her back. You can see them clutched in her hand. Someone should tell her that wasn't a good idea.]

Ugh... There's... there's no way they would have left me behind. Robin would never have let that happen. Walhart... he and his army, they must have...

[She has to lean on a tree now, clutching a book to her chest. She takes a few deep breaths, before pushing off the tree and trying to walk again.]

I'll destroy every single last soldier... I'll turn them into toads... no, I'll make them into rats, and feed them to the cats... I'll... I'll... I'm going to be sick...

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[She sighs, hating how humiliating this is. She clutches her tome to her chest, grumbling and hoping that no one from the army ever saw this.]

... Th... thank you.

[He gives just a curious glance to the tome as he carries her bridal style.]

Don't worry about it! Your safety is a priority! [He offers a cheery smile. And then he races onwards.]

[Geez, picky, picky. To be honest, she has all the charm of Azula.

Though already, he's silently cursing his luck. His big mouth has now made matters worse. Now he's a prisoner or a slave. He huffs a bit in protest.]

Oh, swell. Next time I offer to help someone, remind me that the proper thanks for that task is the threat of immolation.

[Nevertheless, he starts walking forward in the direction she had indicated earlier, but he pauses before getting too far. After all, there is one priority. Not turning his body, he turns his face around slightly to peer at her out of the corner of his eye.]

Since I am your prisoner and all, you're probably not going to trust me with my boomerang, huh? If we have to do it this way, I'd at least appreciate it if you'd carry it back for me.

[She almost scoffs at the idea of a boomerang being threatening, but then again, if her spells aren't working...]

... Very well. In exchange for leading me to the village, I will hold onto your weapon. Once we are among people, I will return it to you.

Try anything, though, and I'll use it for kindling.

[Was that a scoff? Humph. Yeah, he's going to have a blast. Then again, beggars can't be choosers.]

Fine, fine, have it your way. Burn it up with fire if you really want. [Besides, it's metal. Fat lot of good that would do.]

So... you must be new around here, hmm? Since I'm pretty much stuck with you for the next twenty minutes or so... [Might as well be "friends"? Or at least distract her from wanting to burn him to a pulp.] I'm Sokka. You are?

[Even metal can melt, under the right conditions - but Tharja had still been bluffing. She barely has the strength to make a campfire. even worse, now her captor wanted to prattle.]

If you must know... You will call me Tharja.

[Hey, what else does he have to do to pass the time? Sokka continues walking onward through the forest, leading her back to the village because... really, that was the only reasonable thing to do.]

Well, why shouldn't I know your name, Tharja? [Groan, is she going to be like this the whole way back?] We're all stuck here in this place, so you might as well get used to interacting with everyone here.

[Preferably without the threat of death hanging over them.]

[You could play the quiet game, but noooo, you wanna be 'friendly'...]

I am a prisoner, and I have no intention of being chummy in this place. It's pathetic.

[Sorry about the Stockholm Syndrome. Not sorry.]

If you don't want to be chummy, then why do you want to go to the village? Where all the people are?

[Such a bright girl. So bright. It's like the sun is exploding out of her head. Like a gigantic ball of fir—no no no NOT like a giant ball of fire. BAD BAD BAD.]

Because I'm obviously not able to live on my own. I need help. That's not the same thing as being all friendly and sunny.

[If only Sokka ~~knew about and~~ had a tape recorder, that line would be priceless forever.]

Please. You're not reciting bad poetry yet like the Dark One. You're slightly more sunny than he was.

[Sokka pauses for a minute as he looks at the side of a tree before angling off in a slightly different direction. Yes, he knows exactly where he is.]

So who's this Chrom guy you were talking about?

[WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING.]

Gods, I'm starting to think I'd prefer being dead...

Prince Chrom is the leader of the Shepherds.

[Because you haven't told him to stop talking yet? Actually, that might not stop it either.]

So what, he's got an army of sheep?

He leads people. Obviously.

You know, that is just like a dream I had once. Fire Lord Ozai led an army of koala-sheep people!

[Are you laughing yet? Not even just a little smile? No?]

[does Avatar-land have koala-crickets? Cause they'd be chirping right now.]

... Gods, how far is this village...

[Sokka really is going to turn his head around to glimpse at Tharja, giving her a complete deadpan stare. REALLY? NOTHING?]

Fine, fine. All I'm trying to do is be nice. It's not much further. The outskirts are ju-u-u-u-ust through these trees.

[In just a moment, the southwestern houses will be in view through the trees.]

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