[ He keeps his eyes closed. Something bubbles up inside -- watery and second-hand. But he refuses to pinpoint what the thought or emotion might be. He resents it. All this dancing around is making him sick. In Heaven's War, he'd been a cold and virulent force. He'd once acted only according to self-benefit and survival, with no time for explanations. But all that ruthlessness was to protect Pai. ]
[ And she isn't here. ]
[ The memory of his sister doesn't obscure his view of Korra; he sees her for what she is -- young, alive, hopelessly rash. But he can't imagine her world or his juxtaposed. There's sincerity and honesty and Hei has dealt with the opposite for too long to be even remotely forthcoming. ]
[ Slowly, he peels his hands away, and retreats a step, eyes averted. Doesn't look at her again, before he turns to exit the forest. ]
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[ And she isn't here. ]
[ The memory of his sister doesn't obscure his view of Korra; he sees her for what she is -- young, alive, hopelessly rash. But he can't imagine her world or his juxtaposed. There's sincerity and honesty and Hei has dealt with the opposite for too long to be even remotely forthcoming. ]
[ Slowly, he peels his hands away, and retreats a step, eyes averted. Doesn't look at her again, before he turns to exit the forest. ]