Deserted.

Hours bled into days which melded into weeks that accumulated into months.

He had lost all perception of time. What was time when one did not have life? Nothing to live for? When everything was just taken away and what was left was only an empty shell? Everything that made him Tahno was suddenly, gone. It was the domino chain. Knock one down and the rest would go with it. And it would keep on going until everything had hit the ground.

He'd locked himself upstairs in his room, but even his own sanctuary wasn't safe. No place was safe. Not with the Equalists. He sat on a couch in fetal position with his arms around his knees. He was so so lost, but the feeling was wasted on him because there was no such thing as lost to a person who had no where to go anyway.

They had it planned down to the second. Came crashing in when they all least expected it and took him as a captive. He was put in a chair-line on a stage. They told him they would make an example out of him. That he would see the way soon enough and that if he resisted, they would torture him by electrocution. He had decided kept his mouth shut, but if had known what the example was… he would have screamed and begged to receive the torture. Anything but what they had done to him. But the thing was he didn't know, and nothing could change what had happened. Tahno gripped his head in his hands, a dry sob escaping his person. He wasn't first in line for the examples. But he had seen, he had seen what the masked man could do. He had seen what happened to the people that tried to escape. He stayed put, awaiting his fate because Tahno was not a fighter, not in these situations.

He was next. They forced him to stand and the masked man proclaimed, 'The Age of Bending is Over,'once more before he placed his fingers on Tahno's head, thumb on Tahno's forehead, and took everything away. There was no pain, not that he knew of. There was only that feeling of dread because the masked man was taking him apart from the inside, putting him back together, but leaving one crucial part out. And Tahno could only watch, watch as life as he knew it slipped from his hands.

When it was all gone, like it never existed before, he was dropped to the ground. He didn't move, he couldn't. There was a commotion though, and nobody else was brought up because they were all gone. He could hear furthering voices that shouted, 'It's the Avatar!' and then nothing.

Tahno was deserted and he had never felt so alone in his life, so devastated. He had fallen from his own self-made thrown, so high above the clouds, so high that he had lost himself long before he hit the ground.

There was a knock on his window and his breath caught. He heard it unlock and a figure came in. He only held himself tighter. This was it, wasn't it?

The figure moved towards him and his eyes grew wider and wider with every step they took. Tahno opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He hadn't used his voice in so long…

The footsteps stopped in front of him and his breathing became labored. Please, no, he thought to himself as the figure leaned in. "You really let yourself go, huh?" a female voice said. It sounded familiar. "What? Pretty boy can't talk now?"

And he remembered. He remembered laying on the ground and seeing the Avatar, no Korra, long after the commotion died down. Their eyes had met for a second, and then Tahno had blacked out.

"K..orra?" an unfamiliar voice whispered. Was that him?

Korra held her hand out to him -let me save you- "C'mon, let's get you fixed up."

He could only stare at her outstretched hand.

She sighed and threw his body over her back.

What happened to the insults and arguments? The bad first meeting and the intention of actually doing harm? And as if she could read his mind-

"You can't trade your mistakes, Tahno, but people deserve second chances."

Maybe he would sleep tonight.