[ Hei doesn't glance around when he hears Chekov's footsteps. But that doesn't mean he's ignoring the boy. (It's one of those things you have to get used to. Once Hei has determined there are no threats in the periphery, he lapses into a lupine self-absorption. He takes his time when he can.) Nor does he tell Chekov that trying to save that kid was a waste. Maybe it was futile, but that doesn't matter. Chekov is what he is. He does everything he can to save another person's life, even if it sometimes means skating the edge of danger himself. ]
[ Hei's learnt not to burn precious energy forcing someone -- whose matrix is shaped in exact opposition to his -- to function differently. ]
[ Quietly, he drifts through a dense green grove of papaya trees. His boots barely crush the rotting fruit underfoot; the air is already filled with their sickly sweetness. By his estimation, the tunnel passing under the metal city ends a few feet beyond the grove. He hopes Korra and Asami are there. Hopes they weren't waylaid before they'd even reached the cellar. ]
[ He doesn't bother to turn around to speak, gaze fixed straight ahead. But there is something idle, almost conversational in his cadence, when he says: ]
You're the last person I expected to see. But I can't complain.
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Date: 2014-08-29 09:02 pm (UTC)[ Hei's learnt not to burn precious energy forcing someone -- whose matrix is shaped in exact opposition to his -- to function differently. ]
[ Quietly, he drifts through a dense green grove of papaya trees. His boots barely crush the rotting fruit underfoot; the air is already filled with their sickly sweetness. By his estimation, the tunnel passing under the metal city ends a few feet beyond the grove. He hopes Korra and Asami are there. Hopes they weren't waylaid before they'd even reached the cellar. ]
[ He doesn't bother to turn around to speak, gaze fixed straight ahead. But there is something idle, almost conversational in his cadence, when he says: ]
You're the last person I expected to see. But I can't complain.