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She went straight to the Sensoriums. Her feelings were all over the place, and she had to get away from people right now. She remembered all too well what happened to Alex when he lost Luna: she knew she had to find a way to take her aggression out. There was pain and self loathing and unspeakable things she was sorting through, but right now it was nothing but anger she was feeding on. She closed her eyes when she entered, concentrating on the enemies she;s fought while she'd been on the ship.

The Terminators. The T-Rex. The Nightmare King's monster minions. The traps Hal had laid for them. They came one at a time but Katara was ready, steeling herself to calmly maneuver out of the traps, to find a way to take down the terminator most efficiently, and those alone took more than a few hours. It was when she got to the nightmare King's minions, however, that Katara stopped being cautious. Now she ripped into them, stabbing at them with ice shards and freezing them on the spot before blowing through them, and slowly her determined face gave away to that of rage. As she started to remember their fights, their hugs, their talks, she switched to the Bene Gesserit fighting style, her hits were starting to get more serious, leaving many injured in her wake, though she received a few cuts herself. When she was done an hour later, it faded, all of it, and she was left in water, where she had heard Sokka once talk to Toph about how she'd been like a mother to her, and she couldn't stand it anymore. She let out a scream, primal and pained.

"WHY?! WHY BRING HIM HERE JUST TO TAKE HIM AWAY?! ALL THIS TIME, JUST TO TAKE HIM AND NOT HAVE AANG HERE AND MAKE ZUKO FORGET WHAT WE ALL DID?? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?"

And she dissolved into tears here, the sun sinking into the clouds and leaving a dark, lonely pond.

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She nodded, definitely reassured, but with Nanashi there was one other thing that she DID want, something that she knew only Nanashi would help her accomplish now. She wanted to continue where her brother had started, where he had tried to guide her in the first place.

"There's nothing 'poor' about anything you've done for me," Katara said. "You helped me in many ways, and for that, I will always be grateful. If you are watching over me, I know I won't be too unsafe hands. But there is something you can do, that would really help."

She steadied herself. "I want to resume my sword training, with more gusto. I know Ed is definitely more competent than I am there, he had more practice, but I want to get where he is."

Nanashi smiled and nodded. That was just what she liked seeing in a student. A willingness to learn, and the ability to see that they could still improve. She tapped her ever-present swords, "Then we shall double your training. I will even hold back less during our lessons. I will eventually make it so that you can force me to not hold back at all."

katara nodded. That much had been inevitable: her former teachers had not held back in their training either, and had been quick to point out that mastering anything required hard work and much failure. She was up for all of it though: she had been serious about being on the same level as Sokka.

"Yes Sensei," she said. "I won't stop training."

Nanashi, as far as human standards went, had not been holding back either. That she would be gradually pushing Katara harder meant that she was going to make sure that Katara could fight against someone with superior speed and strength.

"Good, because it will only get harder from here."

Katara nodded. "Good. Nothing is worth doing if its easy. I'll continue to train in my spare time when I can. I don't plan on lagging behind with this. I'll do what I can to catch up."

She had ever intention of being a pupil that her teacher would be proud of, and someone that had the strength to keep going on. Somewhere, she was sure Sokka would have agreed.

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