If irony were strawberries, they'd all be drinking smoothies by now.
Amon was nothing more than a Bloodbender. A phoney. A self-hating Waterbender with daddy issues. And Tarrlok's brother, no, cant forget THAT nice little detail.
At least those smarmy pests learned of their savior's true intents before he vanished forever. GODS, he wished he had a camera to see their faces...
In addition, the phoney had still managed to get his bending-thieving hands on Korra, taking three out of four elements and leaving her with just Airbending.
Also ironic. He made a mention of it, saying that at least she still had THAT bending ability, but everyone else just looked at him like he'd told Pema a dead baby joke. Internally, he scowled. She had bending left, even it it was just ONE! It didnt make her any less an Avatar. She should be GRATEFUL she had at least THAT left.
Nevertheless, he kept those fuming muses to himself all the way to the South Pole, where the legendary Katara was even unable to restore the bending. As Korra ran away, Bolin watched as Mako tried to stop her, and overheard him proclaim his love.
Gag unto him with a spoon. Seriously. He glanced over and saw that Asami had seen and heard the same, and quelled the urge to pelt his brother in the head with a snowball inlaid with a large chunk of ice.
Instead, he turned his attention to Asami completely, noting that her eyes held the same stone coldness his did. Yes, he thought. He really WOULD have to get to know her better.