Dinner was over. They had started to get up from their seats. Tahno walked over to Korra to thank her for the dinner and say his goodbyes, until Asami interrupted him.

"Hey, um, Tahno, can I talk to you? In private?" she asked hesitantly.

After a moment, without any questions or words he followed her out of the dining area. Mako and Bolin looked confused. Bolin brushed it off and, with Pabu on his arm, left to go to his bedroom. Mako looked at Korra and grinned. She grinned back.

"Hey Korra, have any more plates that you need help cleaning up?" He said as he smirked, keeping eye contact with the avatar, and moving closer to her.

"Only if you can handle it; there is a big mess to clean up." She said reciprocating his actions.

"Well, avatar, the more help you get the faster it can get done."

They left the room together grinning.

Asami guided Tahno to her room. She felt like that was the only place where they could truly be alone. She sat down on her bed and told Tahno to do the same. He sat down next to her. Tahno was confused; he didn't know why he was here or what she had wanted. Asami was quiet for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. He stayed quiet waiting for her to talk.

"Tahno, I- uh- I don't know how to exactly say this. I know we are not exactly friends, and you don't know me that well, but I can help you. I know what I'm talking about." Tahno looked at her confused. "I know you cut yourself. Korra saw your cuts at dinner and she told me. I can help you."

Tahno stood up and looked at the girl. "I do not. I have no idea what you are talking about. And you definitely can't help me. I don't need any help." He turned around to leave the room.

"I've been where you've been." Tahno stopped in his tracks. "I can help you get out of this addiction. I know how you feel. Every cut, every tear, every silent cry for help; I've been there before." Tahno turned around and sat next to the girl. She bent her head down and tears started to fall from her eyes. "When my mother died, I was so little. I barely even remember her, and I hate that. But because of my mother's death, my father always kept me locked up in our house. Yes, he gave me all the martial arts and self defense training I could have, but he still didn't believe it was safe for me to go out. I had no friends my age. My only friend was our maid, Shiri, but even she didn't fully understand me. I was alone most of the time. Father was always working. I usually entertained myself by playing with dolls or racing, even though father didn't totally approve of racing. He didn't want me to get hurt. When I was about thirteen I stated it. From years of being alone and having no friends, I started to believe I was useless. I used to believe that father was ashamed of me because he wouldn't let anyone see me. I didn't realize he was trying to protect me, but as much as he tried to protect me he couldn't protect me from myself. I could fight any opponent but I couldn't fight myself." She paused, fighting the pain that the memories brought.

"I- I've never noticed scars on your arms." He said trying to figure out the right words to say.

"That's because I didn't cut on my wrists. My father would have noticed them if I did. I cut on my upper thigh and waist. It was always concealed, so I chose there. After that I blocked out the world, the small world I was allowed to be in. I hated what I was doing, but it was my way of punishing myself for being so worthless. I cut for a year and a half. It was actually Shiri who caught me. I was in my room, cutting, and she walked in and caught me while I was doing it. No one had known about this before, it was the greatest lie I had ever told. I told her my story and why I was cutting. She helped me in more ways that I could imagine. She helped me stop. She convinced my father to let me have more freedoms, without telling him what I do. She was my anchor. Shortly after, she got very sick and died. My only friend had, the only person who really knew me, had left. I almost relapsed because of that, but I remembered how she helped me stop it the first time. She told me, no matter what happens in my life, to never let cutting be the answer. I didn't have to take the pain out on myself. She wouldn't want me to be hurting myself again, so I didn't. I have been free from that addiction since. I have always had the want to self harm but I would be able to fight that need. However, recently it has been getting harder and harder to fight my want. I had ended my relationship with Mako because I knew he wouldn't truly understand what I was going through. He tried to, but he never experienced what I had, so he could never relate. We grew apart from each other and now we are just friends. With everything happening with my father and this war, it has been hard, but I continue to remember what Shiri had told me all those years ago and that keeps me going." She began to cry again. Tahno took her in his arms to comfort her.

"Wow, I never would have thought that someone like you could go through something like this."

"Nobody ever does. That's why you can't judge a book by its cover, and that's why I know what you are going through and I can help you." She pulled out of his arms and looked up at him, wiping away the tears. "So, tell me, what's your story?"

Tahno looked down. "Uh, well I don't really know, it's hard to explain. You don't want to know."

"I do. That's why I am here, I care. I want to help you. Just tell me, please." She held his hand in hers to comfort him.

"Ok." He paused. "It was a few weeks ago, almost a month. Don't take any offence to this, but ever since I lost my bending I haven't been myself. I haven't been whole. My hands, they can't do what they used to be able to do. I can't control the water that is right in front of me. I can't do anything. I can't even do my hair." He removed his hands out of her grip and lifted them up to look at them. "These hands are useless, I'm useless." Tears started to fall from his eyes.

They were silent. She looked at him. She grabbed both of his hands in hers. He looked up into her eyes. "No they are not. These hands are not useless, they are everything. These hands are the hands of a man who can do anything. These are the hands of a man who has the potential to be great."

He averted his eyes. "But, how can I do that if I can't even function properly without bending?"

"I have lived my entire life without bending; it's not that hard. Yes, I didn't get something stolen away from me, but that just means that you have to show Amon that you are still a great man without your bending. I can teach you how to live without bending."

He looked up back at Asami. "Really?" he said in disbelief.

She smiled back. "Yes, we can do it together."

He smiled at her. She pulled him into a hug. He held on to her and pulled her in closer. They comforted each other. They both realized that they both had someone to confide in. He finally had someone who believed in him and she had someone she could relate to. Shortly after, they pulled away. They looked into each other's eyes. The room was silent; both stood still starring at the other. Asami lifted her hand and put it to his face. She wiped away the drying tear on his face. He half smiled. Her touch on his face sent shivers down his spine, her hands lingered as she pulled her hand away. As she pulled away, he moved his head closer to hers. It took her a moment to respond but then reciprocated his action. They moved slowly, both trying to move closer and closer to each other until they could not get any closer. That moment came, their lips touched. He raised his hand up to her cheek to pull her in closer. Their kiss was moving; all of their worries and frustrations were released. They forgot about the world around them. In those few seconds that they were as one, they believed that they were the only two people in the world.