Katara was sick of all this. There was little about talking that made sense now: everyone was just having doubts, yelling and arguing. She was still scared about the people back at the vatican, and Aang, wherever he was, and the people here and what would happen to them.

"When we're done talking," Katara said quietly, "I'm ready to get to the next part of taking the bridge, however that happens. The more time we spend here talking, the worse our situation gets."