Shhhh! I'm not asking you to beg, I'm asking you to think!

[Sokka tugs at his own collar, feeling oddly overheated.] Listen, they're not the type to be merciful. I've seen them-- [He swallows, shakes his head, mops at the sweat on his forehead.] Three died this morning -- they'd been suffering for days, Jet. Death was a relief, but it took days to get there...