It sounds painfully naive, but she can't deny that since she'd been here, nobody had betrayed her. Nobody had turned against her. Even the people she expected to despise her had been... kind.

It feels unreal, even after over a year and a half.

"... surely the greater risk is that I would be the opportunist with the knife, if anybody was foolish enough to trust me."

And it's true, that confidence, well- that's been visibly eroded from her former untouchable persona. Even the faint posturing she'd done when Aang arrived last year, or the dismissiveness when she first ran into him today, are gone now. She just looks... tired. Tired and miserable.