"Well, I feel about as good as somebody can when they turn into a giant mutant freak and start smashing people around."

Now there was a glare set on his face, and he tightened his arms around his chest a little tighter.

"I hardly remember anything," he muttered. Katara didn't really have any right to listen to his feelings, but it somehow felt good to put these thoughts to words. "It's like little pieces of a bad dream."