"Sokka, they have libraries on about a million different kinds of weapons. I'm pretty sure you'll find something out about swords!" To be truthful, that was reason Katara was a little mad at herself for getting imprisoned: she couldn't read anything, she couldn't see anyone unless they saw her, and honestly she had nothing but her own self loathing to think about. But she said she'd do her time for her mistake, and she would.

"Thanks Sokka," Katara said, crossing her arms and laying her head on them. "I don't think I like sleeping anymore. I just keep dreaming about our old gang: you, me, Aang, Toph, Zuko. Don't you miss how we all were?"