[ I have seen hell, Hei thinks acidly, And it's a girl with a zoo. ]
[ Through the colorful tapestry of the crowd, it's easy to spot Korra. And her Noah's Ark of animals, thick of fur and stupid of eye. For a sentimentalist, it might be charming. They may even re-imagine the pretty picture of the beasts and the fresh-faced girl, clad fetchingly in some diaphanous dress, her hair flowing in the breeze, her small brown hand clutching a crozier -- Little Bo Peep Lost in the City. Unfortunately Hei isn't a sentimentalist. He hasn't brought his telescope along, or Amber's dreamcatcher, or any other tokens and talismans. Maybe a superstitious sense that the past is a kind of lasso that would stop him from crossing a horizon he's already afraid of. ]
[ It's a long, drawn-out moment of silence before he even blinks at her. ]
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[ Through the colorful tapestry of the crowd, it's easy to spot Korra. And her Noah's Ark of animals, thick of fur and stupid of eye. For a sentimentalist, it might be charming. They may even re-imagine the pretty picture of the beasts and the fresh-faced girl, clad fetchingly in some diaphanous dress, her hair flowing in the breeze, her small brown hand clutching a crozier -- Little Bo Peep Lost in the City. Unfortunately Hei isn't a sentimentalist. He hasn't brought his telescope along, or Amber's dreamcatcher, or any other tokens and talismans. Maybe a superstitious sense that the past is a kind of lasso that would stop him from crossing a horizon he's already afraid of. ]
[ It's a long, drawn-out moment of silence before he even blinks at her. ]
You can't be serious.
[ Except he knows she is. ]