The Master was ready to draw a hand back to slap the girl but restrained himself from acting too rash against someone who could finally understand. "Voices? Please. You humans think you have all the right answers, when you don't even know how tiny you are, and I'm not just making jokes about your height."

He began to notice he was tapping the rhythm that was in his head through his hands on the edge of the rock bench Toph had constructed. "That. The drums. Can't you hear them? You have superior senses through your blindness. You have to hear the drums. You hear them, don't you?"