[ That voice. He's gotta be hearing things. No it's just a figment of his imagination, of what he wants so bad right now but can't have because she's dead. ]
Hey, Korra. [ Maybe it's better to talk to the apparition than it is to ignore it. His answer to her is casual, tired. Mako doesn't seem to realize that she's really standing there, in the flesh. So he carries on past her, disappears into the kitchen.
Stops. Tenses. The hair on the back of his neck feels like it's standing on end! There's a sense of anxiety squeezing his throat and gutting out the pit of his stomach. The dishes drop from his hand and smash at his feet once they touch the ground.
Mako slowly twists to look back at the kitchen doorway, and then spins around completely. His legs feel shaky as he stands to peek out at where he had thought he'd seen her familiar figure.
THERE SHE IS. AHH! ]
...K-Korra?
[ Does he look like he's seen a ghost? Probably because he has... ]
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Hey, Korra. [ Maybe it's better to talk to the apparition than it is to ignore it. His answer to her is casual, tired. Mako doesn't seem to realize that she's really standing there, in the flesh. So he carries on past her, disappears into the kitchen.
Stops. Tenses. The hair on the back of his neck feels like it's standing on end! There's a sense of anxiety squeezing his throat and gutting out the pit of his stomach. The dishes drop from his hand and smash at his feet once they touch the ground.
Mako slowly twists to look back at the kitchen doorway, and then spins around completely. His legs feel shaky as he stands to peek out at where he had thought he'd seen her familiar figure.
THERE SHE IS. AHH! ]
...K-Korra?
[ Does he look like he's seen a ghost? Probably because he has... ]