[Jet just smirks cyincally, watching the other guard past with amusement written clear as day across his face. Then he hears Sokka, and the words aren't what he'd hoped for. He can feel the blood seeping down the back of his neck to the collar of his shirt.
He looks at the weapon, then to Sokka.] Then do it. What's stopping you, Sokka?
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He looks at the weapon, then to Sokka.] Then do it. What's stopping you, Sokka?