"It does feel like a pattern, doesn't it?" Sokka felt a pit in his stomach begin to grow. After so long in Luceti, he'd stopped fearing drafts. But a familiar sense of dread swam inside him as he realized a battle could be looming at any moment. It would mean his promise not to kill was going to be tested. It means he'd be in even more danger of dying than he had been before. "Even if they are still fixing it, there's cultists everywhere. Who knows where we'll fight next."