[ She's never been helpless in his estimation. He knows the past tumbles and psychic bruises that've accounted for that idea of herself, though. Is well-acquainted with Korra's fear that others might consider her too much effort, impractical, senseless, useless -- in need of being often overruled, controlled, cautioned. Sometimes she reminds him of a rare animal, kept all her life in captivity -- then let loose into the wild. No one's at fault for it; there were trainers who loved and cared for her. There were activists who wanted to set her free. Everybody's heart was in the right place. But the reality is this poor creature adrift in a place she doesn't understand, scared shitless and sometimes so fucking witless she might not last a week on her own. ]
[ Until she's given a chance to strengthen herself. To learn from her mistakes so that she begins to survive. ]
[ That's where Korra is, right now. Half-blind, staggering -- but on her way. ]
[ There's a nod to her words. They don't strike Hei as banal at all. He's not one for gushy reunions. Not when something pragmatic suffices. He hands her the rabbit and a knife, then gets busy. A heap of wood, a spark, and soon they have a blazing fire. Since they have no tents, Hei constructs a makeshift lean-to out of fallen branches and thick fronds, tacking them into a roof and sides. They have good signlines here. Nothing ought to sneak up on them. But just in case, he scoops holes in the ground a strategic distance away from the campsite, into which he deposits four unhooked grenades. He ties one of his wires to the pins, and plays the line out in a rough circle. A little booby trap. Anything that crosses the parameter will snag the wire, setting the grenades off. Then -- boom. ]
[ Dusting his hands off on his trousers, Hei returns to Korra. ]
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Date: 2014-05-16 01:20 am (UTC)[ Until she's given a chance to strengthen herself. To learn from her mistakes so that she begins to survive. ]
[ That's where Korra is, right now. Half-blind, staggering -- but on her way. ]
[ There's a nod to her words. They don't strike Hei as banal at all. He's not one for gushy reunions. Not when something pragmatic suffices. He hands her the rabbit and a knife, then gets busy. A heap of wood, a spark, and soon they have a blazing fire. Since they have no tents, Hei constructs a makeshift lean-to out of fallen branches and thick fronds, tacking them into a roof and sides. They have good signlines here. Nothing ought to sneak up on them. But just in case, he scoops holes in the ground a strategic distance away from the campsite, into which he deposits four unhooked grenades. He ties one of his wires to the pins, and plays the line out in a rough circle. A little booby trap. Anything that crosses the parameter will snag the wire, setting the grenades off. Then -- boom. ]
[ Dusting his hands off on his trousers, Hei returns to Korra. ]
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