"So, where does this leave us?"
Their walking ceased as the question whispered through the fur lining of Korra's parka mingled with the thick cloud of breath that condensed in the cold air of December. The warm stream of air disappeared into the frozen ground as the question went decidedly unanswered between them as they stood.
There were a million things that were running through Asami's mind that she could say to explain herself. To explain why she would say something like that when all that she had done so far was play the Avatar's feelings like a fiddle. Words beyond measure entered her thoughts to covey her sincerity.
They all seemed inappropriate and ill-equipped in this situation. I'm sorry. Sorry that I said anything. Sorry that we continue back and forth like this. Sorry we keep hurting each other. She could say that. But those two words had been said much too loosely and much too often to convey any hint of the remorse and regret that she felt.
She'd hurt, Korra, more times than she could count; whether or not each time was intentional was irrelevant. She'd hurt Korra. Korra, who watched her as they stood on the icy sidewalk interrupting traffic, and waited for her answer.
The wind blew and Asami tried to hide the shiver that passed through her as Korra's piercing eyes looked into her, "You broke up with Mako, Asami. You say it was for me. Where does that leave us?"
Asami tugged on Korra's sleeve, pulling her into a brisk walk as she tried to think of the right words to say. After a moment, a sigh, a stop, a half-turn in the opposite direction, she said, "Stagnant, Korra."
"Until you make a move."
