[ How does he explain? He hesitates, lip bit, and it's curious how his face is perfectly blank when he isn't playing up to a cover. There is something mushroom-pale about the color of his skin. He looks like he's grown for decades in dark places -- and Korra is blithely thrusting him into the glare of awful sunshine. ]
Someone from my world. [ A pause, as awkward as it is careful. ] You two know each other already.
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Someone from my world. [ A pause, as awkward as it is careful. ] You two know each other already.