Sokka takes another step forward and hugs Aang again hugging the younger (not so much younger now, really) boy again, clinging to that orange and saffron robe as if it might be the last time he ever sees Aang. Which, to be honest, it might be.

"Is--" He stops, forcing back more emotion. He can't say it. But he has to.

"Is there anything...anything you want me to tell Katara for you. If...if..." He can't finish the 'if,' more tears starting to stream down his face. This wasn't fair. They'd won. They'd beaten the Fire Lord and gone back to balance and they were friends with Zuko and everything was supposed to be fine now.

But instead they were interdimensional refugees fighting for their lives in a war that dwarfed anything they'd ever known.