[ Is that what he wants to hear from her? He isn't sure. He isn't even sure if it's some fucked-up nobility prompting this discussion, or plain cowardice, because he's not sure he's meant to be around this older Korra, her eyes shining with clarity and calm, but her choices still so tragically misguided. She shouldn't want to be with him. Not now, when she's gotten her whole life together, when she can have her pick of partners without that fucking storm-tossed, shipwrecked baggage Hei trails everywhere behind him. Worse, it feels wrong to be frolicking around with Korra, wasting her time, wasting his -- when he should be spending every minute searching for Yin. One more person he'd gathered within his protective sphere, then lost because of cruel circumstance and his own carelessness. ]
[ He doesn't meet Korra's eyes. Instead he studies their clasped hands, gently tipping hers back as if to read her palm, divine a message in the creases. He tries, but can't quite attain the dry tone he's aiming for. ]
I'm in love with a woman who needs an actual partner. Not an imitation of one.
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Date: 2015-01-01 10:35 pm (UTC)[ He doesn't meet Korra's eyes. Instead he studies their clasped hands, gently tipping hers back as if to read her palm, divine a message in the creases. He tries, but can't quite attain the dry tone he's aiming for. ]
I'm in love with a woman who needs an actual partner. Not an imitation of one.