[ Hei wonders what color of madness has to be injected into someone's bloodstream, for them to be as cleansed of caution as Korra is. Admitting without a flinch that she's crossed over to the other side, as if the confession isn't a signature on her death warrant. (Unless that's what she's after? An elaborate, attractive alternative to suicide.) ]
[ His look remains bland, seemingly conveying nothing but a mild and professional curiosity. It is one of the deadliest tools in his arsenal. ]
I don't need to remind you what they do to traitors.
[ They. Not We. A subtle distancing, if she cares to read between the lines. Letting her know that his and the Syndicate's interests are far from aligned -- at the moment. ]
no subject
[ His look remains bland, seemingly conveying nothing but a mild and professional curiosity. It is one of the deadliest tools in his arsenal. ]
I don't need to remind you what they do to traitors.
[ They. Not We. A subtle distancing, if she cares to read between the lines. Letting her know that his and the Syndicate's interests are far from aligned -- at the moment. ]