He nodded rather ridgedly. He found himself repressing the new Connor in favor of the old. The old Connor was a better fighter after all. The Connor deep inside him still loved Cordelia, and that would help them on their task more than anything else.
He kept his mouth shut for now. Rage had been building inside him for days now, and he wasn't sure what would spill out if he dared to open his mouth.
So he stood close to Katara, hanging on her every word, listening carefully to her instructions and following them in an almost mechanical fashion.