[ Maybe it's the shock, or maybe it's something almost like concern, that makes a blade of Hei's voice. He's never wanted Korra tangled in this filthy aspect of his life. Of what he is. But it's also no surprise, if he is honest with himself for once. There is only one kind of work that he is really good at. Certainly only one kind that anyone will pay him close to five thousand yuan a session for. He'd come here to be a better man. But it is just like he's always known. Once your hands are bloody, it isn't so easy to get 'em clean. ]
[ He only wishes, for the umpteenth time, he'd kept those bloody hands away from Korra. ]
[ She bends water out of her flask, but he's already blocked her way. It's too late for Rich Boy. All he can manage is to burble the truth -- which was the point all along. Eyes narrowed, Hei kneels beside the kid. His face, what remains of it, is bloated and pocked with suppurating boils leaking pus -- a common effect of intense heat-exposure. Hei asks the same question he'd asked at the start of the 'interview', when there was still a chance the kid might've walked away breathing. ]
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Date: 2014-08-13 03:26 am (UTC)[ Maybe it's the shock, or maybe it's something almost like concern, that makes a blade of Hei's voice. He's never wanted Korra tangled in this filthy aspect of his life. Of what he is. But it's also no surprise, if he is honest with himself for once. There is only one kind of work that he is really good at. Certainly only one kind that anyone will pay him close to five thousand yuan a session for. He'd come here to be a better man. But it is just like he's always known. Once your hands are bloody, it isn't so easy to get 'em clean. ]
[ He only wishes, for the umpteenth time, he'd kept those bloody hands away from Korra. ]
[ She bends water out of her flask, but he's already blocked her way. It's too late for Rich Boy. All he can manage is to burble the truth -- which was the point all along. Eyes narrowed, Hei kneels beside the kid. His face, what remains of it, is bloated and pocked with suppurating boils leaking pus -- a common effect of intense heat-exposure. Hei asks the same question he'd asked at the start of the 'interview', when there was still a chance the kid might've walked away breathing. ]
One more time. Where is the boy?
Ungh ... ungh...
Tell me. I'll make the whole world go away.
Sto... storage ...buh-behind... ra-ally buld...ing...
[ Bingo. He only hopes Bolin's still alive when they get there. He doubts Korra needs to look at two different corpses on the same day. ]