[Naga's snarls ratchet up the closer Hei gets. The polar bear dog had adjusted quite well to being dead, really -- the heat no longer bothers her, although occasionally she will go tearing around like a lunatic, trying desperately to run hard enough to get her heart racing because she still doesn't understand where her heartbeat went. That doesn't mean she's forgotten the pain of dying, or who inflicted it on her.
Korra tangles her fingers in Naga's fur, trying to soothe her.] Shhhhhh, girl.
[We need to talk. The words would make her heart sink in her chest, except there's nowhere lower for it to go. She's numb. It's not the same numbness that afflicted her after killing Chekov; that had been brittle and easily broken, a thin sheathe of ice around a bleeding heart. This ice goes deeper, a thick coating re-inforced by resolve. Nothing else matters.]
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Korra tangles her fingers in Naga's fur, trying to soothe her.] Shhhhhh, girl.
[We need to talk. The words would make her heart sink in her chest, except there's nowhere lower for it to go. She's numb. It's not the same numbness that afflicted her after killing Chekov; that had been brittle and easily broken, a thin sheathe of ice around a bleeding heart. This ice goes deeper, a thick coating re-inforced by resolve. Nothing else matters.]
About what?