[ He prefers her angry. When she's angry, her emotions bristle to the surface. There's nothing to hide; nothing for him to calculate or gauge. He can map each star-pattern in the astrology of Korra's thoughts. And ... it allows his to sweep his own bullshit aside. The realization sparks like a matchstick glow in the dimness of his mind. He likes having someone he doesn't have to play a role for. She's seen so many of his shortcomings and frustrations, and taken so much of what he's dished out -- kisses and bites, caresses and blows. He's never known it would be possible to have a person who can really absorb his jagged edges, the full range of him. He keeps a lid on all the sharp barbs for Yin. He stays streamlined and steady for Pai. But not for Korra. That's new for him. And he finds he likes it. ]
[ He wants just one person in the City he doesn't have to play dress-up for. ]
I don't remember you 'sitting there.' [ It's flat but not cruel, despite the blankness in his eyes. ] I remember you waking up, disoriented. I remember that damn dog getting in my way [ My way -- not The monster's way -- because in his mind, the distinction is a thin one. ] I remember killing Naga. And planning to do worse with you. [ His eyes narrow for a moment, as if the disappointment of the aborted kill is still fresh in his memory. But then, almost gently, he says, ] I also remember you drove me off. I could have ripped everything here to pieces. Including you. But you made sure that wouldn't happen.
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[ He prefers her angry. When she's angry, her emotions bristle to the surface. There's nothing to hide; nothing for him to calculate or gauge. He can map each star-pattern in the astrology of Korra's thoughts. And ... it allows his to sweep his own bullshit aside. The realization sparks like a matchstick glow in the dimness of his mind. He likes having someone he doesn't have to play a role for. She's seen so many of his shortcomings and frustrations, and taken so much of what he's dished out -- kisses and bites, caresses and blows. He's never known it would be possible to have a person who can really absorb his jagged edges, the full range of him. He keeps a lid on all the sharp barbs for Yin. He stays streamlined and steady for Pai. But not for Korra. That's new for him. And he finds he likes it. ]
[ He wants just one person in the City he doesn't have to play dress-up for. ]
I don't remember you 'sitting there.' [ It's flat but not cruel, despite the blankness in his eyes. ] I remember you waking up, disoriented. I remember that damn dog getting in my way [ My way -- not The monster's way -- because in his mind, the distinction is a thin one. ] I remember killing Naga. And planning to do worse with you. [ His eyes narrow for a moment, as if the disappointment of the aborted kill is still fresh in his memory. But then, almost gently, he says, ] I also remember you drove me off. I could have ripped everything here to pieces. Including you. But you made sure that wouldn't happen.