" Damn straight. " She jerked her head nodding. Korra refused to look up from the ground due to her being covered in shame. Though her hand was slipping up and soon enough, grasped his. 'Why am I.. ? No. This is Amon you're touching.' Korra gripped his hand tightly at her thoughts roamed into deeper reasons to why she was in possession of his hand. ' Forget it ' Korra brushed it off and continued.
'You're no reckless fool, you're a leader. I wish I wasn't born with it though, having so many responsibilities. I'd love to know what it's like to be a normal teenager. " Korra shed yet another tear as memories of her responsibilities came flooding back from the days she first learned her about her ability to bend the elements.
"I, uh, I apologize for my childish tears." She spoke in an emotionless tone.
Amon was shocked when she grasped his hand, but he did not pull it away. He smiled slightly at her comment. 'Oh of course, some leader I am, trying to comfort the enemy.'
It was that last comment. "Childish? You have forgotten you are indeed a child, you need not apologize." He said, and before he even think he yanked her into an embrace. His hands landing on her shoulder blades.
His eyes widened at his own action. 'Oh fuck me.' he cursed himself. "I suppose that makes two of us Avatar, but sadly we cannot escape who we are." Amon said sadly. 'Too late to back out now, oh spirits what have I gotten myself into? Why am I even doing this?' A long string of confused thought ran through Amon's head. So much that he had not noticed that he buried his masked face in the Avatar's hair.
Her blue eyes widened at this movement leaving her speechless and her tears at a halt. ' The hell? ' Korra's hands trembled as they balled into fists reaching to hold him back. But could she? ' What is he planning..? ' Her hands were ahead of her as they skid against his back then grasping onto his cloak rather tight.
Her head was buried into the crick of his neck as she took in the scent of equality and it's qualities. There was a long pause and neither of them spoke to break this developing tension.
'Korra. What are you doing?' She began shaking again and then thought what if Mako saw this. Soon enough she was attempting to push him off of her. Her body in a fit of rage trying to break free from his grip.
"Let me go! You're my enemy, this is wrong!" Tears began to stream down her face once again in rage. This couldn't be happening. She was even pushing away one person who was trying to comfort her. What was wrong with her this week. A complete wreck she had become and was continuing to turn into more of a wreck.
Amon's grip only tightened around her. "Avatar relax" He sighed, "It isn't right for anyone to leave you like…this." He shot his hand to her chin and tilted it to look at him. "At this moment being enemies is irrelevant. The point is that-" Amon trailed off, not really knowing what the point was. He sighs in exasperation.
"Avatar you can either enjoy this moment in which I do not wish to end you, or you can let it pass and return to misery on your own."