[ The taste of blood is sourweet on his tongue, and he's unprepared and half breathless when she shoves him back, a gasp catching in his throat. For a moment he doesn't care if she wants him or not. He's screwed around with peoples' boundaries for so long. What's another to add to the list? He half-sees her as a plaything anyway. And with Yin gone, he doesn't care about good and he doesn't care about bad, he cares only that there's a warm body here in his grasp and he cares that he doesn't have to care what he does with it. ]
[ His lips burn as he half-moves to press back into her space -- except halfway there he stops. Stop, and stares at Korra's eyes, and wonders if he's lost his fucking mind. Suddenly he has a vision of Pai. Alone and adrift. He thinks of someone doing this to Pai, someone trying to control her when he wasn't around to protect her, to save her from somebody like the person he's becoming. (Already become?) ]
[ At his sides, his fingers shake. His face feels hot and shocked, but he lets out a breath, and with it, all his rage. Exhales something that might be a jittery I'm sorry. ]
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[ His lips burn as he half-moves to press back into her space -- except halfway there he stops. Stop, and stares at Korra's eyes, and wonders if he's lost his fucking mind. Suddenly he has a vision of Pai. Alone and adrift. He thinks of someone doing this to Pai, someone trying to control her when he wasn't around to protect her, to save her from somebody like the person he's becoming. (Already become?) ]
[ At his sides, his fingers shake. His face feels hot and shocked, but he lets out a breath, and with it, all his rage. Exhales something that might be a jittery I'm sorry. ]