[ It is plain, from how Hei's expression breaks, the blankness leaking out, that he stunned she'd think that. After he's done everything he's capable of, time and time again, to prove that there's no place he'd rather be, happy or unhappy, than with her. Because he's never had what Korra offers him -- offered him? -- with such easy warmth. Those he's cherished have always been snatched away from him. Hollowed-out by suffering, ravaged by enemies, warped by time into something unrecognizable. She's one of the few who is still here. Still intact. ]
[ (What if he's lost her too?) ]
I planned to visit the Enterprise -- for a few hours. But something malfunctioned on the bridge. They couldn't triangulate this world's location. Not without a signal.
[ He realizes he's getting too technical, using the jargon he's picked up like a second-nature while aboard the ship. A piece of dangerous unclaimed baggage, stuck in transit. Someone Kirk and Spock were always wary of, and whom McCoy suggested on more than one occasion they should drop off to Earth -- their earth, the capital planet of the United Federation -- because it was too much risk to cart him around, observing their inner-workings, wasting time searching for a lost planet they may never relocate again. ]
[ That's too complicated to explain to Korra. He wouldn't even know where to begin. He just wants to reach out, to touch her, as if the warm impress of skin on skin will infuse her with all the words he can't say. Instead his hands curl into loose-jointed fists. ]
[ In a half-whisper: ]
I never wanted to leave you. But I couldn't find my way back. I didn't even know where to look.
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Date: 2014-12-02 02:26 am (UTC)[ (What if he's lost her too?) ]
I planned to visit the Enterprise -- for a few hours. But something malfunctioned on the bridge. They couldn't triangulate this world's location. Not without a signal.
[ He realizes he's getting too technical, using the jargon he's picked up like a second-nature while aboard the ship. A piece of dangerous unclaimed baggage, stuck in transit. Someone Kirk and Spock were always wary of, and whom McCoy suggested on more than one occasion they should drop off to Earth -- their earth, the capital planet of the United Federation -- because it was too much risk to cart him around, observing their inner-workings, wasting time searching for a lost planet they may never relocate again. ]
[ That's too complicated to explain to Korra. He wouldn't even know where to begin. He just wants to reach out, to touch her, as if the warm impress of skin on skin will infuse her with all the words he can't say. Instead his hands curl into loose-jointed fists. ]
[ In a half-whisper: ]
I never wanted to leave you. But I couldn't find my way back. I didn't even know where to look.