As I expected, a lot of Korrasami requests. I will be getting to them as promptly as I can. Here's a filled request for Alejandra Torres, I hope you enjoy it.

Prison cells are by their very nature a practice in habit and conformity. There simply wasn't a variety of activities to encourage any real differences in a person's day to day schedule. Kuvira could eat before she danced. She could read before she slept. She could exercise after lunch instead of breakfast. At the core, however, she was still performing the same activities in the same manner in the same prison.

So when the Avatar arrived for her visit with a companion at her side, Kuvira took immediate notice.

There was no smile for Kuvira today. Only uncertainty and self-doubt, as if Korra was still asking questions of herself and might abandon her plan at any moment. Ms. Sato seemed oblivious to the Avatar's hesitance. Her cool green eyes were narrowed in undisguised contempt towards the metalbender who inhabited the prison cell. She sat at one of the two chairs situated at the small, square wooden table. The Avatar took the other and pulled it to seat herself beside the other.

Kuvira placed her hands on her knees and kept her back straight as a steel wall. "Greetings, Avatar Korra. And you, Ms. Sato. This is something of a surprise."

"Er…yeah," Korra said, biting her bottom lip.

"How have you been since we last spoke?"

"Okay. Stressful."

Kuvira nodded. "I imagine. My life has been no different, of course."

Korra nodded and looked over at Ms. Sato. "Well, here you are. Say what you have to say."

Ms. Sato narrowed her gaze. "I'd rather you not be here, Korra."

"Too bad. Say it while I'm here or don't say it at all."

"I assure you, your friend is perfectly safe in my company," Kuvira said. "And I can most certainly defend myself in the event she throws the first punch."

The older woman gritted her teeth. "I'm not letting you two tear each other apart," Korra said. "The only reason you'd want to be alone is to fight. So I'm staying, and if Sami has suddenly decided she has nothing to say after all, she can wait outside until I'm done visiting."

Kuvira shrugged and waited as the raven-haired beauty seated nearby took a deep breath, curled her hands into fists, and released them. "Korra has told me she's considering approaching the world's leaders to bargain your early release. I want to know what lies you've told her to make her think that's a good idea."

"You're lying."

"I quite honestly do not care if you think I am lying."

"Sami," Korra said. "She's never said a word about being released. I've never even asked her about it."

"Then why?" Asami turned green fire on the Avatar. "Why are you doing this?"

Korra did not so much as flinch. Kuvira admired her strength. "Because I believe she can pay for her crimes in a more useful way than wasting in this cell."

Kuvira wondered what she had ever said or done to inspire such belief in the Avatar towards her potential redemption. The subject had come up only once between them, and never in the form of any conversation. The Avatar had mentioned her belief that Kuvira could still do good in the world. The metalbender had expressed doubt that she'd ever be given the chance. Ms. Sato's claim was the first she'd heard of it since.

"She's horrible!" the powerful CEO said. "She betrayed your closest friends and tried to kill them. She enslaved the Earth Kingdom and was responsible for the murder of thousands. She killed my father!"

Kuvira closed her eyes and tried her best to still the shaking in her hands. The grudge was personal. Of course it was. Kuvira had seen throughout her life that humanity's worst crimes could be forgiven in time, except by those directly affected. Murder, corruption, enslavement, war crimes, all could be forgiven by those watching from a distance, those who could evaluate every aspect of these crimes and reach conclusions allowing them to forgive. Such perspective was simply impossible by those at the epicenter of a conflict.

Hiroshi Sato's death, and its gruesome manner, had not been made known to Kuvira until her trial. She had not denied it. There was no point. She had no way of knowing who specifically was in the suit she had crushed. Based on the recollections she'd heard, it very easily could have been both father and daughter who perished beneath her mech's hand. She wondered what mercy and faith the Avatar would think her worth if Ms. Sato had been killed as well.

"How many other fathers did she kill? How many more would she kill if she was released and went right back to pressing the Earth Kingdom beneath her thumb? Korra, sweetheart, what if…what if this time she does kill you?"

Kuvira frowned. Perhaps Hiroshi Sato was a secondary issue here. "Avatar, is it at all possible to allow me a moment alone with your lover?"

"Of course not," Korra said. "We already talked about this."

"Please," the metalbender said. She ignored Ms. Sato's suspicious squint. "I believe Ms. Sato and I may reach some understanding if you were not present."

The Avatar pursed her lips and snorted. Her lover never broke her fiery stare. "I'm right outside that door and I will seriously kick both your butts if you don't behave yourselves."

She stood, walked out, and slammed the door behind her. Kuvira just managed not to laugh at her pouting expression. The Avatar had changed greatly since Kuvira first met her in Zaofu, had grown up a great deal, but she was still a definably impatient and stubborn young woman.

Kuvira turned her attention back to Ms. Sato. She remembered quite well her first impression of the beautiful, powerful young CEO. Like the majority would, she assumed Ms. Sato a prissy rich girl, some sort of benefactor Korra and her friends used for her wealth. That initial impression had not lasted for long.

"Please, speak freely," Kuvira said.

"I am not an unforgiving person, but you killed my father. Right in front of me. You would have been happy to kill me and everyone I care about. Is there any question why I don't like or trust you? There's nothing you can say that will change my mind, so don't bother."

"Of course. And I won't bother. I only wish to offer a piece of advice. Take the anger you feel towards me and track it to its source. Discover whether that anger was born of hatred or of sorrow and fear. I'm confident you'll find that you worry for your friends, that you still grieve your father. You'll find that you fear for the woman you love and you fear I will exploit her good nature."

Ms. Sato's hardened anger softened and bent like water. It was confusion, now suspicion, anger again, finally settling on reflection.

"If I am right, and the true reason you cannot forgive me is fear, then hold onto that fear, because you are motivated by love for those who are special in your life and I could never blame anyone for such. My fall was a result of my blind ambition and alienation of those I loved. Perhaps if I cared the way you do, I would not have to spend my life in a prison cell."

Kuvira's words drifted and dissolved without answer. She stared back at Ms. Sato until the door cracked open and Korra's head poked inside, testing the frosty, silent waters. "We should probably get going," she said.

Ms. Sato stood. "Okay." The door swung gently open. Ms. Sato's boots clicked on the floor. She stopped before passing the Avatar, bent down and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you."

Korra blushed and ducked her head. "I love you, too." Only when Ms. Sato's footsteps had receded did the Avatar snap out of the red-faced trance distracting her. "So, we didn't get much time to talk. Thankfully there isn't too much new news since last time I was here. Still, I'm sorry."

"It's quite alright, Avatar," Kuvira said.

Korra rolled her eyes. "We talked about this last time. Call me Korra."

"I don't think we are on a name basis."

"Well, we will be." The Avatar straightened up and her eyes shone with a familiar determinedness. "I'm not lying, Kuvira. I truly believe rotting in this cell is a horrible waste and that you could do a lot of good out there. I'm going to make it happen. Don't let me down when the day of your release comes."

Kuvira breathed deep. "I'd have to be a fool to throw such a chance back in your face, Avatar. Consider my full cooperation and obedience a guarantee."

Korra smiled, waved goodbye, and pulled the door shut. The locks clicked back into place, and Kuvira picked up a newspaper she had been brought last time the Avatar visited. Korra was going to have her released. She might as well figure out the state of the world if she was going to help it.