[...well, fuck. There goes that reassurance that she had. THANKS, SOKKA.]
No offense, but I hope you're wrong.
[Hopefully, yes. But there might be a hitch to that:]
So long as he isn't put on this ship come the next shuffle. But I fear it'd be my luck, and that would complicate things tenfold. And this ship has enough going on as is. [She runs her hands over her face.] Never had I thought that I would have hoped to not have my own husband on the ship with me. [And does she feel fucking awful for it.]
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No offense, but I hope you're wrong.
[Hopefully, yes. But there might be a hitch to that:]
So long as he isn't put on this ship come the next shuffle. But I fear it'd be my luck, and that would complicate things tenfold. And this ship has enough going on as is. [She runs her hands over her face.] Never had I thought that I would have hoped to not have my own husband on the ship with me. [And does she feel fucking awful for it.]