[Somehow, despite Sokka making the board wider, his dumb ass still nearly falls off it as he readjusts to it. He frowns at Sokka; he had appreciated, if quietly, the other teen's enthusiasm during the game itself. Now? It's too easy to see it as the psychotic joy of a madman.

He flinches at the mention of Daffy. He still doesn't have much sympathy for Daffy, but to have it phrased like that...]

You're not Hakoda; you're Sokka. You were friends with Aang and Zuko and the others in the picture you had but...something happened. Something to make you hate them.

...Are you really that convinced they're responsible for her death?