[ Hei experiences an icy crawl of deja-vu that skitters up his spine and across his scalp. For a moment it's like watching his marks react to learning 'Li' wasn't a real person. Just an illusion. No, Li wouldn't do that, some of them had insisted, conveniently forgetting that Li existed nowhere except in their minds. Watching her, he realizes it isn't always true that things play out first as tragedy and then as farce. You can play the tragedy once yourself, and then find yourself in the audience, seeing it acted for you, and the impact is still there. Only the perspective is different. ]

[ If he were anyone else, he'd feel sorry for her. Instead all he feels is a dull mixture of tired and disgusted. ]

Talking and seeing doesn't mean anything. [ A beat. ] If she lived in the City, she'd have other friends. Did you ever see anyone else visit her? Did anyone in the hospital have records of her?

[ Of course, knowing Korra, she'd probably never bothered to check. ]