[ Her departure stirs an interest as listless as his raised head when she leaves. Hei doesn't bother following her. The events of earlier have faded to a numbed-out distance. Like they've happened to someone else. He feels both drained and somehow almost sick -- it must be the comedown from the adrenaline. In his head he keeps seeing a blue-eyed girl pointing at the stars, and he thinks he might never stop hearing her voice. Look brother. I made the stars fall. All night ... without sleeping. ]
[ He won't be there when Korra returns. Won't be at his flat, either; the furniture will stay glued to the ceiling for a week afterward. If she's smart, she'll know better (he hopes she'll know better) than to look for him. For the next few hours, he really doesn't want to be found. ]
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[ He won't be there when Korra returns. Won't be at his flat, either; the furniture will stay glued to the ceiling for a week afterward. If she's smart, she'll know better (he hopes she'll know better) than to look for him. For the next few hours, he really doesn't want to be found. ]