[ Within the tumble of Naga's milky fur, Korra is almost completely obscured. Still, what Hei makes out is telling enough. Her hair is mussed, face tear-stained. But her bright eyes still have all their the power to pierce him to the quick. He approaches her carefully. The air is moist so near the Drowning Pool, and he's aware of the gentle susurration of water, like an echo of non-sound, that affects the resonance of his own tread, the quiet in-out of his breathing. Part of him wonders if he should just leave her alone. He can imagine himself turning away, sure she'll pull herself out of it, and being gone. And when they next meet, he won't bring it up, and she won't bring it up, and the days and nights will go by, and the weeks and the months. ]
[ And that will be so easy in a way, because the trouble of conjuring up consideration from thin air is still too unfamiliar for Hei. Better to be distant; better to be cruel. That's as known and well-fitting to him as his bulletproof coat. ]
[ Instead he settles on a fallen log, a few paces off from Korra. Says, after a long pause, ] There's something I want to tell you.
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[ And that will be so easy in a way, because the trouble of conjuring up consideration from thin air is still too unfamiliar for Hei. Better to be distant; better to be cruel. That's as known and well-fitting to him as his bulletproof coat. ]
[ Instead he settles on a fallen log, a few paces off from Korra. Says, after a long pause, ] There's something I want to tell you.