[ The kind of thing you were into. As far as answers go, it's disingenuous. There's clearly something she's not telling him. It gives him a creepy feeling, like that prickling chill across your nape when someone is watching you. Except it's all through Hei's body, inside and out. ]
[ He wants to press for details. Instead he stays where he is. Watches Korra stomp away, and he can almost feel the gears in his brain working, the valves forcing down his anger, and everything else with it, so carefully and thoroughly that almost no trace is left. BK201's magic trick. Give him a hat and watch the feelings disappear. ]
[ He listens to Korra's footsteps. And feels nothing. Nothing but the residual burn of his temper, the dull bite of curiosity over what she's hiding -- and weighing it all down, a heavy layer of reluctance to pursue her. Not when his mood is so volatile. Not when it's right there beneath his surface, threatening to spring loose any moment: the cold instinct to turn and tear. Lash out and make a kill. So natural and simple. ]
[ No, he tells himself. ]
[ He needs to be alone, right now. Needs to place tactful distance between Korra and himself. As for what Korra needs ... Well, he's entirely the wrong person to satisfy that. This sexual shambles -- don't those words sum up their whole affair? -- should make that clear. ]
[ Yet his mouth moves without volition. Not glancing around, he says, ]
I don't know how those ideas got into your head. But if it's anything to do with the recent curse, I need to know.
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[ He wants to press for details. Instead he stays where he is. Watches Korra stomp away, and he can almost feel the gears in his brain working, the valves forcing down his anger, and everything else with it, so carefully and thoroughly that almost no trace is left. BK201's magic trick. Give him a hat and watch the feelings disappear. ]
[ He listens to Korra's footsteps. And feels nothing. Nothing but the residual burn of his temper, the dull bite of curiosity over what she's hiding -- and weighing it all down, a heavy layer of reluctance to pursue her. Not when his mood is so volatile. Not when it's right there beneath his surface, threatening to spring loose any moment: the cold instinct to turn and tear. Lash out and make a kill. So natural and simple. ]
[ No, he tells himself. ]
[ He needs to be alone, right now. Needs to place tactful distance between Korra and himself. As for what Korra needs ... Well, he's entirely the wrong person to satisfy that. This sexual shambles -- don't those words sum up their whole affair? -- should make that clear. ]
[ Yet his mouth moves without volition. Not glancing around, he says, ]
I don't know how those ideas got into your head. But if it's anything to do with the recent curse, I need to know.