[ Fucking hell. She's always been like this. Stubborn, willful. Maddening. But he understands what that sense of rebellion is rooted in -- a display of aggression worn over duty, duty covering for the eternal belief that she'll defeat her enemy, and under the belief her insecurity, kept close to the vest. On any given day, Hei's own response to this can vary widely, from irritation to empathy. ]
[ Right now, it's definitely sliding towards irritation. His gaze takes on a scalpel-like quality, as if he's trying to dig his way through her eyes and into her brain. But when he speaks, his voice is low, an appeal to her good sense. (As if that's ever worked.) ]
Korra. I know what you're trying to do. But you're in no shape to fight anyone right now.
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[ Right now, it's definitely sliding towards irritation. His gaze takes on a scalpel-like quality, as if he's trying to dig his way through her eyes and into her brain. But when he speaks, his voice is low, an appeal to her good sense. (As if that's ever worked.) ]
Korra. I know what you're trying to do. But you're in no shape to fight anyone right now.