[The word 'noble' sounds like an insult, and Katara frowns, though not entirely due to feeling insulted as much as she felt the word didn't fit. Growing up in the south pole, community was everything, community was survival - the worst crimes were punished by being cast out of the community; the harsh climate would take care of the rest.

And so, like most things, she just can't let it go.]

I'm not sure that's the right word. I just know from experience that it's better to address something like this than to bury it.

[...if you have that option. Sometimes you don't. Sometimes you have to close in on yourself and move beyond the wound and do what needs to be done, but if you survive that, then the wound festers. She knows that from experience too.]