[ Hate is a strong word. He won't deny that 'Li' is tiresome. But at the end of the day, Hei is used to slipping into different roles. Trained to be an expert in mimicry, in masks, in espionage, and sometimes he does it too well. It's useful to project a specific persona to the people around you, adjusting it as needed because it's essential for merging into the big picture. Sometimes in magazines you see a photograph of a street full of people, an aerial view. Everyone looks as if they belong, even the blurry ones. 'Li' is one of those blurs. ]
[ That said, as he's gradually easing himself away from the mindset necessary to survive on the run, re-integrating into the City's enchanted doll-house, he can feel the part of himself that thrives in dangerous environments, the part that has kept him alive in the jungles in South America and then in endless urban jungles afterward, growing smothered. Marginalized. The killer inside him refuses to go dormant. Is always looking for an excuse -- a rationale -- to come back out. The feeling has been dogging him ever since he arrived, and no amount of hugs from Pai, walks with Yin, fucking or fighting with Korra -- much as they help -- can quite diffuse it. (Deep down, he knows it'll never go away.) ]
[ He keeps his gaze on the juices, his hands relaxed on the cart. Dryly, without looking over at Carla, ]
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[ That said, as he's gradually easing himself away from the mindset necessary to survive on the run, re-integrating into the City's enchanted doll-house, he can feel the part of himself that thrives in dangerous environments, the part that has kept him alive in the jungles in South America and then in endless urban jungles afterward, growing smothered. Marginalized. The killer inside him refuses to go dormant. Is always looking for an excuse -- a rationale -- to come back out. The feeling has been dogging him ever since he arrived, and no amount of hugs from Pai, walks with Yin, fucking or fighting with Korra -- much as they help -- can quite diffuse it. (Deep down, he knows it'll never go away.) ]
[ He keeps his gaze on the juices, his hands relaxed on the cart. Dryly, without looking over at Carla, ]
It's my goal to defy all your expectations.
[ Or at least the Syndicate's. ]