[ That's where the difference supposedly lies between normal (for a given definition of normal) well-raised kids and those on the fringes of society -- like Hei, like every Contractor, like every courtesan, like every professional who is regarded only as a tool, no attention or even lip-service paid to their human qualities. The 'better' half aren't interested in material goods, while the 'worse' half would sell their very souls for them. It's a concept Hei has always found funny. 'Normal' girls and boys are raised to value tangible possessions and achievements as much as any con-artist or whore. Cars, jewels, houses, job-titles, MBAs, lavish weddings. Society programs individuals for materialism and social prostitution. It just disdains those who follow it to its ultimate, logical conclusion. ]
[ Of course he doesn't say that. Maybe Korra's different, maybe she isn't. But the point is that she's too young to grasp the cynical subtleties yet. (Maybe she never will, unless she's pushed into a dire state of deprivation and desperation.) ]
[ Popping the last bit of sandwich in his mouth, Hei drains his coffee cup. Sets it aside to regard Korra's expectant little face. ] There is, [ he concurs, but dryly. ] Maybe I expect a Thank You. The kind that takes all night. [ He tells himself he doesn't mean it. But if he gets the opportunity, he'd be an idiot to pass it up. ]
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[ Of course he doesn't say that. Maybe Korra's different, maybe she isn't. But the point is that she's too young to grasp the cynical subtleties yet. (Maybe she never will, unless she's pushed into a dire state of deprivation and desperation.) ]
[ Popping the last bit of sandwich in his mouth, Hei drains his coffee cup. Sets it aside to regard Korra's expectant little face. ] There is, [ he concurs, but dryly. ] Maybe I expect a Thank You. The kind that takes all night. [ He tells himself he doesn't mean it. But if he gets the opportunity, he'd be an idiot to pass it up. ]