[ Hei smiles, a tight cruel little smile as if she's said an utterly foolish thing. His gaze is like a dart sinking into a hummingbird. He wants to watch her wiggle, even if it's only in her eyes. She's feisty but her weakness is in her inability to use caution. She should walk away. Some boxes are better left unopened. She could be dead by now. Her continued breathing is but a favor. ]

This isn't Doll Hospital, Korra. Or whatever else suits your little Messiah Complex. [ Here he twists the knife. Making it hurt. He remembers what Bolin told him about the Avatar. He understands Korra's insecurities about it -- ones she'd confessed to him herself. ] You're not the Avatar here. Or anything else. Especially not someone I owe answers to.