[ Hei's rage doesn't flare and sputter out; it skyrockets. None of Korra's words make sense. Why would the Syndicate try to eliminate Contractors? That's like a snake eating its own tail. Contractors are their deadliest weapons, their most expedient tools. It's not good business to eliminate your assets. More to the point, why would Pai -- his cool-eyed, ever-rational sibling -- do something as deranged as martyr herself to save them? His mind stutters disbelievingly. This is a ruse. An elaborate trap. Why would Amber never share these details with him? Even the bare rudiments? Was it because he was human? Because he'd turn on her, or clog up the smooth flow of her plans? Why would Pai keep something so enormous from him? These things, these bonds and burdens, they come in pairs, and if she'd planned to go through with destroying the Gate, if she was okay with sacrificing herself -- he would die with her. It was simple as that. ]
[ His face, fixed on Korra, twists into a rigid, thunderous mask. (What Korra doesn't realize -- and what remains a secret even to Hei -- is that he's nowhere near as rational as anyone believes. So many compartments inside his still-human brain, full of trap-doors jerry-rigged all wrong, so some door in there can fly open and let him electrocute a useful Contractor to death as soon as look at him, and another can spring a convoluted lust for revenge at Carmine's murder by MI6.) ]
[ (But the door that might open up to this chance to trust Korra's words: that one is jammed shut.) ]
Not a hero. A pawn.
[ He speaks with a soft savagery. The rage keeps crashing through him, a series of shuddering cataclysmic sparks. Leaving him wrecked, scorch-blackened, a twisted simulacrum of himself. He wants to curse her, as he seizes her by the hair, drags her forward to strangle her. Because what she's saying can't be true. If it is -- then Pai is dead. Then all his time spent alive, searching for her, has been futile. His every muscle tenses: he can't understand why he doesn't spring up, throw the table across the room, wreck the place. ]
[ No. This -- this Cosmic Fuck You can't be what his sister died for. Can't be what he'd wasted his entire existence for. ]
[ He hates how Korra looks at him, the smugness in her gaze. He can cave her face in with one blow. ]
[ Icily, ]
Take me to Amber. If what you're saying is true... Let me hear it from her.
[ Let me kill her. The same way she's destroyed Pai -- and with her, every iota of goodness inside him. ]
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Date: 2015-04-27 05:08 am (UTC)[ His face, fixed on Korra, twists into a rigid, thunderous mask. (What Korra doesn't realize -- and what remains a secret even to Hei -- is that he's nowhere near as rational as anyone believes. So many compartments inside his still-human brain, full of trap-doors jerry-rigged all wrong, so some door in there can fly open and let him electrocute a useful Contractor to death as soon as look at him, and another can spring a convoluted lust for revenge at Carmine's murder by MI6.) ]
[ (But the door that might open up to this chance to trust Korra's words: that one is jammed shut.) ]
Not a hero. A pawn.
[ He speaks with a soft savagery. The rage keeps crashing through him, a series of shuddering cataclysmic sparks. Leaving him wrecked, scorch-blackened, a twisted simulacrum of himself. He wants to curse her, as he seizes her by the hair, drags her forward to strangle her. Because what she's saying can't be true. If it is -- then Pai is dead. Then all his time spent alive, searching for her, has been futile. His every muscle tenses: he can't understand why he doesn't spring up, throw the table across the room, wreck the place. ]
[ No. This -- this Cosmic Fuck You can't be what his sister died for. Can't be what he'd wasted his entire existence for. ]
[ He hates how Korra looks at him, the smugness in her gaze. He can cave her face in with one blow. ]
[ Icily, ]
Take me to Amber. If what you're saying is true... Let me hear it from her.
[ Let me kill her. The same way she's destroyed Pai -- and with her, every iota of goodness inside him. ]