[ Come home. He uncurls a faint smile, ironic and a little sad. Is it still his home? She acts as if it is -- even as Hei himself can't help but feel like all the locks in his life have been changed against him. Maybe this is the price to pay, for a year spent traveling in space, among the stars? His boyhood dream -- the glittering vista that he could gaze at for hours without intolerable pain, even as he negotiated his way back home. ]
[ Except now that he's here, he's bewildered and wary and a little frightened; sure that any hint of welcome is tempting him out onto a vast black lake of gelid ice. One that will bear his weight only until he is too far from the edge to keep from being sucked into the icy dark. Yin is missing. Mao is nowhere to be found. Korra disorients him, because after three years, his timeline of her is outdated, his angle of vision skewed. He has no real insight into her life anymore. ]
[ Yet he can't bear to be parted from her again. His voice is soft out of fondness, not hesitation. ]
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[ Except now that he's here, he's bewildered and wary and a little frightened; sure that any hint of welcome is tempting him out onto a vast black lake of gelid ice. One that will bear his weight only until he is too far from the edge to keep from being sucked into the icy dark. Yin is missing. Mao is nowhere to be found. Korra disorients him, because after three years, his timeline of her is outdated, his angle of vision skewed. He has no real insight into her life anymore. ]
[ Yet he can't bear to be parted from her again. His voice is soft out of fondness, not hesitation. ]
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