[Sokka could lie about this. But doing so wouldn't help him at all, would it? He swallows and proceeds to explain what happened, keeping his eye on Albert.]

... I did at first. I grew up in a small village, so the only history we ever had was that passed down by my parents and gran. There wasn't a whole lot of that, because there were things more important to survive. I tried looking at the histories of other worlds for important battles. I thought I could change one and make it sound like it was from my world and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

... I decided to pick a battle I'd seen for myself. I didn't take part in it, because the chief ordered me not to. I think I could have made a difference if I had. So I wrote about that.

[He keeps himself for visibly flinching in expectation of Albert's ensuing judgment.]