[ Hei's face, smoothed flat of expression as he translates for both teenagers, is nonetheless contemplative. Privately, he weighs the merits versus the demerits of letting everyone in on Chekov's presence. On the one hand, Chekov would stick out like a sore, melanin-deprived thumb. But so what? Hei's brought Yin to this world -- in all her wintry Nordic beauty -- and she's become almost a quaint novelty at Air Temple Island. Sometimes invisibility is better achieved by standing out. A local character gives the illusion of being ever-present, their quirks and idiosyncrasies easily dismissed as products on an alien culture. ]
[ On the other hand ... Maybe it's best for Chekov to keep a low profile. Partly for his own safety -- (if anything goes awry, it's common to use the new weirdo as a scapegoat) -- partly in case Zaheer attacks again. Having an ally behind the scenes -- an ace in the hole -- could put the odds in Korra's favor. ]
[ Hei considers everything for a moment. But in the end, sentiment -- stirred by Korra's effusive joy earlier -- trumps tactics. God, you've gotten soft. ]
[ Flatly, he tells Chekov, ]
You'll be fine in the city. We won't let anything happen to you.
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[ On the other hand ... Maybe it's best for Chekov to keep a low profile. Partly for his own safety -- (if anything goes awry, it's common to use the new weirdo as a scapegoat) -- partly in case Zaheer attacks again. Having an ally behind the scenes -- an ace in the hole -- could put the odds in Korra's favor. ]
[ Hei considers everything for a moment. But in the end, sentiment -- stirred by Korra's effusive joy earlier -- trumps tactics. God, you've gotten soft. ]
[ Flatly, he tells Chekov, ]
You'll be fine in the city. We won't let anything happen to you.