❝They used to say repeated dreams were a sign your soulmate needed your help. Do our soulmates need us?❞ ❝You're just quoting Gran Gran,❞ Sokka grumbles. ❝We don't have soulmates.❞ ❝But what if we do?❞ Sokka turns his head to where the slit in the tent has parted open from the wind, allowing him to see where a campfire is burning outside. He has nightmares of a mother he's never met leaving, of a weight of failure so deep in his chest he can't breathe, of pain ripping across his eye, burning its permanent mark into his skull. Katara has nightmares of drowning underwater- encasing herself in ice for a lonely eternity. They aren't real. They don't come from soulmates. Sokka and Katara are just unlucky.