She really loves that stuff. [And suddenly she's gut-punched with sadness, so that she can hardly swallow the food in her mouth. She puts the rest down and stares at her plate.] She asks about you all the time, you know. Every time someone comes over, she gets really excited, thinking it's you. She hasn't figured out yet that this whole situation isn't normal... but she's going to soon.

[Korra wishes she wouldn't. Wishes she didn't have to. Wishes there was nothing to figure out.]

You can't fuck this up. You can't. I want you in our lives but you can't fuck this up.

[She's babbling and high but completely sincere.]