Sitting down on the cot, patting the spot beside her for Zuko to join, she sighed heavily. "I'm really not sure. I was watching the front doors, making sure everyone made it out before sealing it behind them, and she just... turned on us," Katara murmured. She was staring at her hands, which were folded tightly in her lap, but raised her blue-eyed gaze to Zuko after a second.
Her expression was a haunted one, appearing even more unsettling due to her unusually pale complexion. "She started to attack everyone, Zuko. I'm not sure why, and I don't think anyone else really knows either." Truthfully, Katara didn't even know if the witch was still alive and, the worst part of all, was that she wasn't sure if she really cared. She was tired of people being hurt, tired of all of the evil in the city.
Drawing her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them and rested her chin on top. "We keep losing people," she murmured. "It isn't right. We're the good guys. We should be winning, not..." She drew one arm away and waved it around, encompassing the entire room, "this."