Well I don't care either. [She would if she actually heard it. She can't harden her heart to the pain she sees, no matter what's been done to her. (She forgave Tarrlok, after all.) But as long as she doesn't know, she doesn't care, and she doesn't want to care.
And if you're gonna get all pissy at her, you can just leave. She doesn't want to deal with your wintery temper on top of everything else, and she's not about to jump through hoops to make your Big Bad Mood go away.]
[ His look is still removed and cold as an Arctic wasteland; white as far as the eye can see. But that's not aimed at Korra. Just Hei's default state of being -- especially when he's tired or fed-up. He doesn't expect her to do anything other than what she wants to. If Hei functions on cool self-sovereignty, then Korra certainly does the same. But that's not always the smart choice. Sometimes when he was younger, Amber used to tell him Feelings aren't facts, Hei. Which was, he supposed, something any soldier ought to learn. Even though it wasn't quite accurate. If they were large enough, hard enough, feelings were facts. Not to be swept away with a couple of rationalizations, however pertinent. ]
[ Still, it was irksome. Maybe he expected Korra to be a little above the pettiness, even as he's aware of how vindictive and small-minded human beings truly are. Rising, he dusts the leaves off his clothes, not meeting her eyes. ]
Do as you please, Avatar Korra. [ Formal and deliberate. It's not to rub anything in her face. Simply a reminder that if she's so obsessed with being the Avatar, she needs to own it. That includes exercising impartiality and clear-headedness. Hei can't tell her what to feel. But he can ask her to be objective, because it'd be a pity if this promising girl was crushed under the burning weight of her own temper and bad choices. A pity if she ended up ... like him. ]
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And if you're gonna get all pissy at her, you can just leave. She doesn't want to deal with your wintery temper on top of everything else, and she's not about to jump through hoops to make your Big Bad Mood go away.]
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[ His look is still removed and cold as an Arctic wasteland; white as far as the eye can see. But that's not aimed at Korra. Just Hei's default state of being -- especially when he's tired or fed-up. He doesn't expect her to do anything other than what she wants to. If Hei functions on cool self-sovereignty, then Korra certainly does the same. But that's not always the smart choice. Sometimes when he was younger, Amber used to tell him Feelings aren't facts, Hei. Which was, he supposed, something any soldier ought to learn. Even though it wasn't quite accurate. If they were large enough, hard enough, feelings were facts. Not to be swept away with a couple of rationalizations, however pertinent. ]
[ Still, it was irksome. Maybe he expected Korra to be a little above the pettiness, even as he's aware of how vindictive and small-minded human beings truly are. Rising, he dusts the leaves off his clothes, not meeting her eyes. ]
Do as you please, Avatar Korra. [ Formal and deliberate. It's not to rub anything in her face. Simply a reminder that if she's so obsessed with being the Avatar, she needs to own it. That includes exercising impartiality and clear-headedness. Hei can't tell her what to feel. But he can ask her to be objective, because it'd be a pity if this promising girl was crushed under the burning weight of her own temper and bad choices. A pity if she ended up ... like him. ]
[ He doesn't say that. He just exits the scene. ]