A moment later Katara was at her friend's side, her hands out in a threatening gesture. She looked deadly serious now as she stared down her "alternate." She was sick of this: that version of her was making far too many appearances in her dreams. She rooted herself in stance.

"If you lift a finger to hurt her, I'll make sure you regret it," Katara said, her voice quiet but very, very serious. "I will do that to anyone that tried to hurt people I care about. But don't think for a minute that I'm going to lose control and be like you. I know why you're here, why you make appearances in my dream now. A part of me is still scared that I'll become like her, and as long as I'm scared of that, you exist."

And like that, the other Katara disappeared. Katara knew it wasn't permanent: as long as she was scared of becoming like Azula, or scared of what would happen when she was forced to kill, that Katara would exist. She understood that now, just like why these dreams had been bothering her more lately.

She was fairly certain Roxie had helped with that.

"I'm sorry you got hurt," Katara said, her eyes downcast. "I guess I don't control that part of myself as well as I think I do."