[While she sobbed against him, he had run a hand up and down her back, had whispered nothing of consequence in an effort to soothe what couldn't be soothed. Now, his shirt damp with tears, Korra limp and cried out in his arms, he doesn't know where to go from here. What to say. Maybe Mako would've known. Tenzin. Someone, anyone.

But it's only him. He's it. So he has to put his own feelings aside and step up.]

You're still you, Korra. [His voice cracks just the tiniest bit, and he silently berates himself. When he speaks again, he sounds firm.] You're still the same amazing girl who barreled into our lives without slowing down and without warning. [His fingers find their way to her hair, toying with it.] Nobody can take that away from you. Nobody.