Tahno Alone Epilogue
When she was done for the day, Mako walked her back to their secluded little spot on the Island. He knew she was tired, and that it would do her some good just to relax for a little bit, so he let her lean back against him as he gently massaged her shoulders.
"Are you sure you weren't secretly working as a masseur somewhere in the City?" she joked.
"No... Just gifted, I guess," he chuckled.
"That you are!" she concurred with a smile, and closed her eyes to absorb the full effect of his efforts.
"Mind if I ask you something?" he asked warily.
She simply hummed in reply, not opening her eyes.
"Are you sure Tahno isn't gonna go back to his old ways?" he questioned.
"I honestly don't know," Korra sighed. "But for certain, no one deserves to live like that. And he did seem different," she added as she felt Mako nod slightly.
"Besides, I can whip his sorry butt into shape any time if it ever happens," she declared confidently, which made him laugh.
She joined his laughter almost immediately, silently hoping she'd never have to do such a thing.
...
In all the years that followed, Korra never had to take Tahno up on his offer.
Never in the history of Republic City had one simple water bender had so much to do with the clean up and reform of not only the Team Bending sport, but in helping Korra and the Council in restoring the metroplex to a city nearly free of crime and fear.
One day, decades later, under a rainy, dreary sky, a silver-haired Avatar Korra stood with Tahno's still-elegant widow Yutu, their children, and a vast multitude of mourners at his memorial site, including Mako and their own children. Tahno's memorial was fittingly nestled between his two childhood friends. Korra said emotionally, "We are here today to honor the many accomplishments and reforms to this great City by my friend: Councilman Tahno."
