[ He meets Korra's eyes -- and they seem to rage at him. Something in Hei's chest stumbles over itself with a nervous reflex. It occurs to him that all this time, he'd been apprehensive she'd forgotten about him. Sometimes, the wild thought arcing through him like a bolt of electricity -- sometimes he'd wonder if so much time had elapsed that he was already a distant memory, no more important than someone from Korra's past life. Remote and irrelevant. In his own twenty-four years of life, he's learnt the brutal erasures that come hand-in-hand with a fast-paced existence. Too much territory covered, too much pain endured. He'd half-anticipated it would be the same for Korra. ]
[ Not so. If anything, her reaction reassures him that, even amidst disaster, she hasn't cast him aside. I really am a bastard, he thinks, brooding at his own faults, his egotism. How can he focus on something so trivial at a time like this? ]
[ When he speaks, the words are careful and honest. ]
I was. But I arrived a week after you'd left.
[ If the timing was different, maybe I'd have caught you. That, he doesn't say. ]
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Date: 2014-05-17 02:13 am (UTC)[ Not so. If anything, her reaction reassures him that, even amidst disaster, she hasn't cast him aside. I really am a bastard, he thinks, brooding at his own faults, his egotism. How can he focus on something so trivial at a time like this? ]
[ When he speaks, the words are careful and honest. ]
I was. But I arrived a week after you'd left.
[ If the timing was different, maybe I'd have caught you. That, he doesn't say. ]