[ Hei had watched, neutral-faced and distant-gazed, when Korra climbed onto Naga and departed. There was no impulse to follow her. Not right away, at any rate. An hour, maybe two, then he'd go looking. It wasn't because he was indifferent. It was simply that he understood the sporadic nature of anger and grief -- freak flashes of thunderstorm-tears and lightning-tempers. Sometimes it was better to let them happen elsewhere. Let her get on with it. He tried not to pay attention to the way something inside him twisted at her parting expression; he did not, under any circumstances, think about how he understood what having your agonies devalued was like. ]
[ But the truth is, he and Korra are both very serious students of her pain, though, like any 18 year old, she fancies herself alone in that particular school. ]
[ They just prefer to handle it differently. ]
[ It's about eighty minutes before he finally tracks her down. He doesn't step closer; doesn't call her name. Like he's done dozens of times before, he stays at the edge of the scene, waiting for a verbal or physical cue. ]
Continued from the Beach Fiasco
[ But the truth is, he and Korra are both very serious students of her pain, though, like any 18 year old, she fancies herself alone in that particular school. ]
[ They just prefer to handle it differently. ]
[ It's about eighty minutes before he finally tracks her down. He doesn't step closer; doesn't call her name. Like he's done dozens of times before, he stays at the edge of the scene, waiting for a verbal or physical cue. ]