[ Hei's look stays inexpressive. But for a moment something glints in his eyes as if he's concentrating hard so as not to grab Korra's neck and shake her like a rat. Worse than that is when the moment passes and he takes on a different, frozen stillness of self-control. Something bubbles briefly inside -- pain, pity -- perfectly hidden behind flat eyes, flat mouth. BK201 doesn't always put things out of their misery, but he does when they get under his skin. ]
[ Korra does -- but that doesn't mean he needs to obey the compulsion. ]
[ He doesn't fire off a scathing retort. Doesn't give any indication that he's heard her at all. He just turns on his heel and exits the crowded bar. The entire building resonates with noise and smell and light, and its very air feels sharp to his touch, tastes like blood and bitter resignation on the back of the tongue. ]
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[ Korra does -- but that doesn't mean he needs to obey the compulsion. ]
[ He doesn't fire off a scathing retort. Doesn't give any indication that he's heard her at all. He just turns on his heel and exits the crowded bar. The entire building resonates with noise and smell and light, and its very air feels sharp to his touch, tastes like blood and bitter resignation on the back of the tongue. ]