[ Hei's eyes narrow but the stone mass of his face barely shifts. It's laughable, the idea that he doesn't know Amber. He's known her since he was a boy -- and though the irony isn't lost on him it certainly has lost its charm. In moments where he cross-examines himself, he wonders why he of all people hadn't spotted a clue, a pattern of behavior, anything that could have revealed Amber's true nature. He, who had spent his whole life with killers, who understood they were shaped by nothing but serpentine cunning and a willingness to sink in the blade. He, who privately understood women better than he ever understood men, who could soothe the crux of any trouble inside them, exterior or interior. So why couldn't he read her? ]
[ I was in love. A pathetic excuse, but no more than the truth. Emotions are all about faith, not facts. People need to believe something, even if they have to invent it -- the way he'd invented a soft, human skin, a hot beating heart, for a two-legged viper. The way Korra is doing now. ]
[ (More than that, her words serve as a tacit admission. She doesn't know about Pai. Or, at least, what Pai was to him. She doesn't know about the rest of his South American team, butchered by the deadly radiance of the meteor shard.) ]
[ His words are flat, but laced with icy contempt, ]
You're right. She doesn't destroy. She erases completely. [ Clinks of glass and silver in the room around them. Voices rising and falling. Yet he and Korra may as well be suspended in space, disconnected from the chaotic low-level warmth of the restaurant. ] Don't imagine she won't do the same to you. A leader is as good as their word. But she just uses words to get what she wants.
[ Like every Contractor. Korra is as big a fool as he was, not to understand that. ]
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Date: 2015-04-23 03:28 am (UTC)[ I was in love. A pathetic excuse, but no more than the truth. Emotions are all about faith, not facts. People need to believe something, even if they have to invent it -- the way he'd invented a soft, human skin, a hot beating heart, for a two-legged viper. The way Korra is doing now. ]
[ (More than that, her words serve as a tacit admission. She doesn't know about Pai. Or, at least, what Pai was to him. She doesn't know about the rest of his South American team, butchered by the deadly radiance of the meteor shard.) ]
[ His words are flat, but laced with icy contempt, ]
You're right. She doesn't destroy. She erases completely. [ Clinks of glass and silver in the room around them. Voices rising and falling. Yet he and Korra may as well be suspended in space, disconnected from the chaotic low-level warmth of the restaurant. ] Don't imagine she won't do the same to you. A leader is as good as their word. But she just uses words to get what she wants.
[ Like every Contractor. Korra is as big a fool as he was, not to understand that. ]