[ Achilles heel, thy name is Pai. The thought surfaces without humor. It's the only reason he keeps helping Korra, isn't it? Or is it -- the idea sinks its claws into his mind and won't be torn loose -- is it that his hideous career has so warped him against humanity -- against the deceptions and pantomimes so typical of adult relationships -- that he gravitates only to sympathizing with children and innocent fools? In a world where actual innocence is rare as a black diamond, maybe he's fetishized and pedestalized it. Everyone wants what they'll never have, after all. ]
[ He doesn't want to think about it. ]
[ Under the circle of a streetlamp, he sets Korra on the bench. At least she's stopped crying, but anguish still oozes from her wide wet eyes. He crouches before her, hands set lightly on her shoulders. ] Hey. [ Firm, but edged with patience. ] You all right?
Saturday - closed to Hei <333
[ He doesn't want to think about it. ]
[ Under the circle of a streetlamp, he sets Korra on the bench. At least she's stopped crying, but anguish still oozes from her wide wet eyes. He crouches before her, hands set lightly on her shoulders. ] Hey. [ Firm, but edged with patience. ] You all right?