You're used to snow, huh? [ His fingers curl lightly around her little ones. On someone else, it'd be a comforting gesture. But on Hei, it's just a way to insure she doesn't dash off. The protective clutch can easily become a cruel death-grip. ] But there's a lot of things in the City you'd like. Gardens. Carousels. A zoo. [ His voice is amiable. A direct contrast to the cold calculations in his head. Stay with her until midnight. Then wipe her memory out. All of it. ]
[ It's not a moral choice. But it's a logical one. She isn't the first child--or girl--he'll have attacked or killed. It's a matter of putting himself first. Just like any contractor. ]
[ Carousels. Think of carousels, Korra. ]
[ Think of the happiest place in the world. By midnight, I'll put you there. ]
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[ It's not a moral choice. But it's a logical one. She isn't the first child--or girl--he'll have attacked or killed. It's a matter of putting himself first. Just like any contractor. ]
[ Carousels. Think of carousels, Korra. ]
[ Think of the happiest place in the world. By midnight, I'll put you there. ]