[Thank you, thank you, thank you, Chekov, for giving her the perfect out.]
I really don't wanna talk about it.
[Lie. Korra feels like she's drowning. She can't tell what's real or not; she doesn't know what she's supposed to do. Everything is complicated and she wants more than anything to pour it out on someone who could make it make sense.
And yet truth. She doesn't want to talk about it. Not just because it would put Chekov in danger. Not just because she doesn't even know where she'd begin.
She doesn't know why Li is pretending to be someone he's not. She doesn't know why this is so important, he'd threaten to hurt her friends if she told.
What she does know is that he's spared her. More than once, and not with the goal of hurting her later. He's not Amon, cornering her while she's alone and promising to destroy her when the time is right. His attacks have been brutal and terrifying, but in a weird way, she can see them as self-defense. There's something in her gut that says he's...not an enemy.
Whatever his reasons are for his lies, they're his reasons. They're not hers to share.
She reaches out again to briefly squeeze Chekov's hand.]
Thank you for caring. And I'm sorry about lying to you.
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I really don't wanna talk about it.
[Lie. Korra feels like she's drowning. She can't tell what's real or not; she doesn't know what she's supposed to do. Everything is complicated and she wants more than anything to pour it out on someone who could make it make sense.
And yet truth. She doesn't want to talk about it. Not just because it would put Chekov in danger. Not just because she doesn't even know where she'd begin.
She doesn't know why Li is pretending to be someone he's not. She doesn't know why this is so important, he'd threaten to hurt her friends if she told.
What she does know is that he's spared her. More than once, and not with the goal of hurting her later. He's not Amon, cornering her while she's alone and promising to destroy her when the time is right. His attacks have been brutal and terrifying, but in a weird way, she can see them as self-defense. There's something in her gut that says he's...not an enemy.
Whatever his reasons are for his lies, they're his reasons. They're not hers to share.
She reaches out again to briefly squeeze Chekov's hand.]
Thank you for caring. And I'm sorry about lying to you.