"Could be right, Toph. Could be right." Was his maligned response to Toph's assertion and he let out an exasperated sigh. He just had to get himself out and face it, but why was he scared? He considered it, back to being pulled back in. It was like facing death, something he's already done before and barely just recovered from it.

"It's dark stuff, Toph. Sticks with yah. But I'm not gonna let them do that a second time." His uncertain expression faded to one of irritation and he shook his head. "To hell with it. It's not gonna happen, man. No way. Let's go." He walked forward at a bit of a faster pace, patting Toph on the back as he passed her.

After a few yards he looked back to his double. "Hey. Bro. What do you think we should make anyway? Weapon wise? You fought em, after all."