Closure
Baatar walked into the elevator of the dark prison of Republic City. He told the guard her cell number.
"Are you sure kid? She's dangerous." Baatar nodded. The guard sighed in resignation before pressing the button for Kuvira's quarters.
After telling Baatar to stay put inside the elevator, her went into her cell. Baatar could she her slouching on the right wall. "Oh Great Uniter," his voice was filled with satire,"you have a visitor, and he's not Avatar Korra." There was no reply. The guard was bristling with annoyance. "Answer me or you're not getting dinner again!" The cell remained quiet. The guard was furious, so her stomped over to Kuvira and shook her vigorously. She offered no response in protest.
"Please stop, you're hurting her." Baatar had a sinking feeling that something was wrong. Apparently, the guard did too, so her knelt down to check her pulse. "Call the medics!" Baatar paled, realizing that she could be dead. He frantically searched the wall for the right button. "It's the green one!" Baatar slammed his fist into it and waited for the medics to save her.
They came too late. The medics had tried everything to revive her, but to no avail. They had even called Avatar Korra, who could only give them a cause of death.
"I'm sorry, but she's stayed in the Spirit World for too long. There's nothing I can do." Baatar's knees buckled beneath him, and he felt sick to his stomach. Kuvira had always been invincible to him, surviving several assassination attempts and the Colossus collapsing on her. Now he could barely look at her pale, lifeless body slumped before him. Could he have prevented it? Was he the reason she did it? Was he even on her mind when she did it? Now he could never get closure. Baatar would never get to know that Kuvira had died loving him, but loving only his memory. She had died believing that he was dead.