Sokka rolled his eyes. "No, it would be easier for all of us if we weren't enemies at all, but we're not doing a very good job of that, either. You're right, though -- we share a common enemy here, if it's really the castle making all this happen."

Now that his gears were turning, it was going to be difficult to stop him from thinking over the situation, and probably over-thinking it, too. "From what I've heard, people aren't all treated the same here. I met a lady who couldn't touch red paper anymore, which sucks, but it's nothing like losing a piece of yourself like some others here.

"I mean, someone has to be deciding these things. Spirits, maybe? I've heard there are ghosts, but they're not really the type to meddle. Spirits, though? Spirit's definitely like to meddle."