Praise
Keeping calm of the news that two Jedi fighters went out during a Senate meeting was not an easy task to pull off.
Five Jedi went on a space mission, that he knew off. Korra was one of them, but could her ship have parish?
No…
She couldn't have gone. Korra's a resourceful person. She can get herself out of trouble.
She couldn't leave him… Leave him all alone by himself and Kenai. If she left him now… he would be empty forever.
"Senator Tarrlok, are you alright? You seem out of sorts."
"Oh, I'm fine…!" He chuckled. "It's just this heatwave."
It was a miracle that they kept their marriage a secret after all this time. By now, someone should have found out. Korra was still with the Jedi Order. He had her and their family, and that's what mattered.
If she made it out alive, that is.
He had committed so many secret crimes. By now, the law should have laid its fury on him, or some other force of nature that would send him into a never-ending pit. Korra was his saviour.
His repentance.
Please… Whatever crime I did, don't make her pay the price. I'll do anything to keep her alive, don't take her away from me…!
That night, once he saw his wife in the hallway of their apartment home, tears were in his eyes. He dashed to her in an embrace, kissing her brow as he held onto her tightly.
The Gods were good to him today.
"Praise the stars for bringing you back to me…!"