[ Hei doesn't shake his head so much as offer a short, sharp jerk. The whole restaurant is bedlam of noise: what to others might sound like the gentle hum of conversations and tinkling silverware is to him an encompassing hiss and roar, as if countless ants are chewing away steadily at his mind's surface. The whole world seems sharply delineated, as if he is seeing everything in the moment after a camera flash, a layer of faded light across darkness. A moment never actually sustained, except for him. ]
[ Pai might be dead. The words clatter hollowly inside his skull. He's had bad dreams like this. ]
[ To Korra, flatly, ]
Let's go.
[ He has no appetite, beyond a crawling need to get his hands around Amber's throat. ]
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Date: 2015-05-03 07:15 am (UTC)[ Pai might be dead. The words clatter hollowly inside his skull. He's had bad dreams like this. ]
[ To Korra, flatly, ]
Let's go.
[ He has no appetite, beyond a crawling need to get his hands around Amber's throat. ]