[ Amber. Of course. He doesn't know why he asked. It is perfectly obvious. Obvious like getting clobbered by a falling section of concrete in a crumbling building -- that it would be his memories with her, that they'd be fed like toxins into Korra's dreamscape, that the City would delight in stripping him past even the last fragments of reserve and dignity, in reminding Korra -- poor out-of-her-depth Korra -- of all the ways her affair with him is false-bottomed, deficient, imperfect in every sense. Except they both have always known that, in their own ways. ]
[ Why Hei still insists, despite knowing, on prolonging their affair, is the killer. ]
[ For a moment, disgust is so enormous it pinions him. Korra is right before him, giving off hot waves of anxiety, her eyes darting like two pretty blue fish searching for an escape, before the snapping jaws of his temper tear her in half. ]
[ Except Hei can't look at her. Can't make himself move. It's not fear and it's not shame, but there's a depthless uneasiness rolling through his head, reminding him too much of how Pai's energy is fused with his, that there is always someone sharing space in his skull, but now there are two, and it's -- ]
[ Even the Black Reaper needs time to process. ]
[ It's a long moment before he speaks. But when he does, he addresses the practicalities, not the sentiments, ]
I'll find a mage. Topside, Underground. Doesn't matter. As long as they get rid of those dreams you're having.
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Date: 2014-11-09 12:55 am (UTC)[ Why Hei still insists, despite knowing, on prolonging their affair, is the killer. ]
[ For a moment, disgust is so enormous it pinions him. Korra is right before him, giving off hot waves of anxiety, her eyes darting like two pretty blue fish searching for an escape, before the snapping jaws of his temper tear her in half. ]
[ Except Hei can't look at her. Can't make himself move. It's not fear and it's not shame, but there's a depthless uneasiness rolling through his head, reminding him too much of how Pai's energy is fused with his, that there is always someone sharing space in his skull, but now there are two, and it's -- ]
[ Even the Black Reaper needs time to process. ]
[ It's a long moment before he speaks. But when he does, he addresses the practicalities, not the sentiments, ]
I'll find a mage. Topside, Underground. Doesn't matter. As long as they get rid of those dreams you're having.