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There have been a lot of different opinions about Korra and the pregnancy. First of all, I want to tell you that I had decided what to make of it even before asking you guys – I merely asked out of curiosity, I was not asking for you to decide. The answer to the pregnancy is not in this chapter; you will have to be patient and see what I have in mind for Korra (and you). I hope I have your support in whatever I have decided. The only thing I can reveal right now is that I know many of you will be surprised and perhaps also delighted. It will, however, take some time before any of you find out what I have planned.
Please have patience – and enjoy! :3
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Chapter 13: Friendship
The Lieutenant had always seen himself as a respectable and independent man whose work in the Equalist organization was irreplaceable. But the moment the turned the handle and entered the drugstore, his mighty self crumbled inside of him, feeling utterly embarrassed.
It was Mia looking after the shop today, the Lieutenant realized with a relieved sigh. His sister's daughter was new on the job, but she was a smart and responsible woman. Knowing that she certainly would not spread bad rumours about the Equalists, the Lieutenant felt that he could confide in her.
With a smile, he stepped up to the counter, and Mia's bored look turned into a sweet smile.
"Uncle!" she greeted. "What a pleasure seeing you. What can I do for you today? Another epidemic round of stomach flu in the headquarters?" The Lieutenant smiled for a moment, remembering the tragic even a few months ago. Although it had been a plague, it had been a bit amusing that only about half of their recruits had actually been able to show up at the training sessions for a whole week. Everybody was joking about it now.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he shook his head, his expression turning somewhat grave.
"On behalf of one of our female recruits, I was asked to retrieve something to avoid pregnancy after an, ah, accident," he spoke, feeling the heat rise to his face. Having always been a lone man, he had no experience in this field. Mia raised a brow and nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, I guess some of your recruits bond a bit too tightly," she commented with a dry grin. "Wait here. I will go get some various products which you can choose from."
The Lieutenant blessed himself lucky that he was the only customer right now. It would have been a problem if any regular citizen caught word of this accident. It would spread rumours like ripples in a pond.
Returning with several boxes, Mia put them all on the counter, taking one box up at a time.
"Morning-after pills, some preventive ointment, and lastly something I would recommend the couple to use; condoms," Mia presented professionally, but with a sly smile The Lieutenant was dumbstruck for a moment, nodding slowly.
"Give me one of each," he then said with a shrug. "I was not told exactly what to get for her..."
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Having finished the list of suspicious locations before their capture, Mako and Bolin had realized that all they could do for now was to walk around the city and find clues.
They had started in the temple on Aang Memorial Island, looking for just about anything that could tell them where Amon and his army had been residing before the fight with Korra. Nothing there.
Then they had successfully found their way to the building in which the weekly purification ceremonies were held, but it was completely empty for traits of the Equalists.
They had visited the Equalist base in which they had been held capture. The police had been cleaning it during their own search for clues, and according to Chief Lin Beifong they had found nothing here as well.
It was afternoon when they had given up and decided to start from scratch by looking everywhere, walking through the streets in order to find anything suspicious. They had not seen as much as one Equalist yet, or heard anyone talking about them. The only related chatter they had caught was about the capture of the Avatar, but nobody knew exactly where she was held capture.
Bolin's stomach growled loudly all of a sudden, breaking the silence between he and his brother.
"I am starving," he groaned. Mako nodded grimly, having only eating a small amount of breakfast as well, because of the bad news.
"Then keep an eye out for a food stall as well," Mako said.
The boys continued their search for a while, until Bolin suddenly stopped.
"I smell food. Dumplings. And fried shrimps!" he said, his eyes lighting up. Without any complaints, Mako followed his brother as he rounded a corner to a small side street. Along the houses were a few stalls, two of which were selling food. Bolin headed right for them with an eager expression, rummaging through his pockets for coins.
"Hold on," Mako suddenly said, his voice low and his eyes wary. Without a word, he nodded toward something further down the street. Bolin turned to see what it was, his own eyes widening.
Mere twenty metres from them, the Lieutenant had just left a shop, unaware of their presence. Holding Bolin back until the man had walked a bit away from them, he turned to his brother.
"We need to follow him. Wherever the Lieutenant is, Amon is as well. He will lead us straight to the base where Korra is." Having forgotten everything about rumbling stomachs, Bolin nodded with a determined frown.
Keeping their distance, the boys trailed behind the Lieutenant, who seemed oblivious to the fact that he was being followed.
The Lieutenant turned around a corner which led further away from the heart of the city. Peeking around the corner before going, the boys smiled in unison, feeling the adrenaline pumping through their system. Maybe Korra was even closer than they had expected.
Before the boys rounded the corner, the Lieutenant had disappeared around yet another corner, and they started running, refusing to let their chance slip away.
Barely had they reached the next corner when they had to jump for their lives, a Satomobile growling right in front of them. They managed to get out of the way just in time for the vehicle to pass them, the Lieutenant smirking triumphantly at them from behind the steering wheel.
Running after the vehicle as it steered through the streets, Mako and Bolin soon realized that they were simply moving too slow.
Cursing, Mako skidded to a halt, Bolin following his example. The Lieutenant disappeared behind the next corner, and the boys sighed.
"We will never be able to follow him at this rate," Bolin spoke, angrily kicking away some pebbles at his feet.
"If only Asami had been here. She would have been able to catch up with him with her own Satomobile."
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When the clock struck five in the evening, Asami felt sore to an unexplored extent, but also blessed that she would be able to take rest of the day off.
"Good work today, Asami," said Talan with a smile just as Asami was about to leave the hall. Smiling weakly, she bowed her head in reply and followed the few girls heading for the changing room. Stopping in her tracks, she realized that she had brought neither clean clothes nor a towel. She would have to return to her room to change.
On her way back, she passed the stairs leading up to the leaders' private chambers, and stopped for a brief moment, looking up. She neither saw nor heard anything from the hallway, and she wondered what she would find if she went upstairs.
No, I am not going there. I have barely moved in, and I refuse to get kicked out already. Besides, I need to locate Korra before I do anything that drastic. If I were to be thrown out of the organization, I would waste out last chance of saving her, Asami told herself. Throwing a last glance upstairs, she continued down the hallway.
The way between the training halls and her room was becoming vaguely familiar, and she found her way back after only a few tries.
When she entered room eighteen, it was still empty for life. Savouring the bit of privacy, she allowed herself to check out the lockers by the wall, happy to notice her name recently tagged onto the one at the far left. Opening it, she was surprised to find literally everything she would need; a toothbrush, two bottles of soap, some towels, four sets of underwear, two sets of spare clothes, a hairbrush, sanitary pads, and a few other items that made it possible for her to look appropriate. She would miss having a bit of make-up, but she supposed that it had never been a necessity to her.
Noticing that her private clothes had been put in the locker as well, she smiled to herself. Although it would only be like this today, she liked the feeling of being served by someone. She had not had a servant since she discovered her father's cooperation with the Equalists and moved out.
Wrinkling on her nose by the dreadful memories, she gathered some things, closed the locker, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
The warm water felt amazing against her bruised skin and sore muscles, stinging at first but soothing after a few minutes.
All of a sudden, she remembered her friends, and guilt washed in over her. She knew how depressed and angry the boys had been after Korra's abduction, and she knew her departure had only made things worse. Half of the group was gone now, and although Asami knew that all they needed was moral support, she had left. Mako and Bolin were probably feeling nothing less than terrible right now.
Hearing voices from the room, Asami snapped out of her thoughts and decided that she would finish quickly. Residing in the bathroom the entire evening would not result in a good first impression, she mused.
"Who is in there?" she heard a voice.
"It is probably just a new girl," another voice answered. Indistinguishable chatter followed, and Asami stopped listening, focusing on getting ready instead. She remembered what Emima had told her about meals and decided that she would definitely not spend her first night sleeping on an empty stomach. Not after that intensive and very painful training she had underwent during the day.
Feeling a strange nervousness just as she was about to turn the door handle, Asami sighed. She had never really been the shy type, but for some reason this meant a lot to her. It was important to mingle well. Being the centre of a social network made you receive a lot of news and rumours, and this was exactly what she needed to find Korra.
Counting to three, she finally opened the door and greeted her new roommates with a smile. The three girls turned to look at her with brief curiosity. The girl sitting on the bed beneath Asami's smiled gently, returning her gaze to the book in her lap. The second girl smiled somewhat indifferently and continued with whatever she had been doing. The third girl, however, looked at Asami for some time, her eyes thoughtful. Then, all of a sudden, her gaze turned cold, her smile turning into a smirk.
"What do we have here?" she asked, raising one eyebrow provocatively. "You must be the daughter of Mr. Sato. Asami, I believe?"
Asami was taken aback. She had no idea of who the girl was, and she felt nervous being recognized like that by a stranger. Had the girl been from the industrial circle, it would have made sense, but the girl staring at her did not seem like the inventive type, not to mention intelligent, either.
"You know me, it seems. But who are you?" Asami answered, her tone much colder than she had intended her first conversation to start with. The girl raised her brows even further, exchanging gazes with the girl by her side for a brief moment.
"I am Shenra," came her only reply. That did not exactly help Asami.
"How do you know me?" Asami continued. The girl reading looked up for a brief moment.
"I would be surprised if anyone here did not know you," answered Shenra with a provocative shrug. The girl by her side grinned.
"Well, it seems that most here do not know me," Asami answered and decided that it was time to end the conversation. This was not going well at all. She went to her locker and threw in some things.
"Uneducated fools, I guess," Shenra laughed. The reading girl shrugged indifferently.
Deciding that this was not worth it, Asami shrugged as well and climbed to her bed. Shenra exchanged gazes with her blonde friend once again, both grinning.
"Now, let me introduce you to the others," Shenra continued. "This is Kiin, and underneath you is Larila. Do not mind her; she does not talk much." Larila raised her gaze from the book, her expression indifferent.
"I can speak just as much as you. I have yet to find anyone worth speaking to, however," came her sharp reply, and for a moment both Shenra and Kiin seemed authentically dumbstruck. Then Shenra gathered her facade, shrugged, and laughed.
"She sure is weird," Shenra added finally and returned to unpacking her sports bag. Asami did not know what to say, so she decided that perhaps she should look for the living room on her own instead of wasting her time. Besides, the longer time she spent close to Shenra and her brainless puppet Kiin, the more she had to fight to not teach them a thing or two about attitude.
Climbing down from her bed, she left the room without a word.
Barely had she passed three doors before she was stopped.
"Asami," called Larila, walking up to her. "Please do not mind Shenra. She has some attitude problems, but she is not always like this. I guess she is trying to impress you somehow."
Asami raised her brows in disbelief, allowing Larila to walk next to her.
"Well, as long she does not talk about me that way, I guess I can ignore her," Asami replied with a shrug. "But how can you let her treat you like that, by the way?" Larila smiled feebly.
"Shenra is just trying to find herself and her social place. Both of us have been her for some time now, but it was not until recently that Kiin showed up. Before Kiin, Shenra was okay, I guess. But when Shenra finally found out that she can manipulate others, she started behaving like what you just saw. As for me, I have learned to ignore her."
"Somehow, I cannot help but feel sorry for both of them," Asami added. "When I was younger, I used to be a bitch as well, but it was because I was insecure about myself. When my mother passed away, I learned that life is about so much more than just being adored socially."
Larila nodded thoughtfully, a sad smile on her lips.
"I have heard about your mother. In fact, the only reason why Shenra knows of you is because of the rumours circulating around when you and your father had your disagreement. After you left, he hesitated in providing us technology, and word around you spread quickly."
Surprised by this, Asami could not help but feel bad. Ever since the fight with her father, she had truly believed that he did not care about her anymore and that he had chosen the Equalists over her without even a second's doubt. Now it seemed that she had been wrong. Something inside her softened.
"I see," Asami spoke. "I did not know." Larila shrugged, not surprised. It was not like Mr. Sato had been there to tell his daughter about it, of course.
"Something entirely else; where are we going? Dinner is not until about twenty minutes," Larila said with a teasing smile, changing the atmosphere instantly.
"Oh, I was actually looking for the living room. Emima told me to ask you girls to show me around a bit, but I decided I would just take the tour alone, seeing as all of you were busy either reading or being annoying." Larila laughed.
"Then we are going in the wrong direction. You are headed for the training halls again," the girl added. Feeling a bit of heat rising to her cheeks – something which Asami rarely felt – she could not help but allow a smile on her lips.
"Well, I do not know how to get there, you know," Asami defended.
"Then let me show you around," Larila offered with a smile.
"It would be nice. But please do not make it too long. I am starving," Asami said.
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Amon's head had been spinning with thoughts the entire day. It annoyed him greatly that he could not focus on his work because of fear. If Korra were to become pregnant, the entire city would know in less than a week. No matter how strong an organization the Equalists were, and despite the rule of confidentiality inside the organization, many recruits still had contact to non-members. And rumours travelled faster than anything. If Korra were pregnant and people found out, everybody would suspect him. He was the only person with whom she had had physical contact during her imprisonment.
Suddenly, a realization hit him, and a smirk tugged at his lips. There was that one incident when a door guard tried to jump the Avatar. He remembered how furious he had been when the guard finally admitted his plans, but now it turned out to be a good thing. Nobody truly knew how far the guard had gone with the Avatar, but Amon knew that he could easily convince people that the father of the Avatar's unborn child was the guard. Amon would blackmail him to accept it as the truth. It was all perfect. A cruel but deliciously brilliant back-up plan. All he needed to do was wait.
Like summoned, the Lieutenant knocked on the door to Amon's office and entered, slipping inside quickly. Amon straightened in his seat and greeted his friend and second-in-command without seeming suspiciously happy for his return.
With a proud posture, the Lieutenant approached the leader's desk and dropped the bag from the drugstore onto it. For a brief moment, Amon savoured the sound of several boxes inside the bag, but hid the excitement completely behind his porcelain mask.
"This was what I could get. I put the bill into the bag as well. Please tell the girl that I want my money refunded in a week or less," the Lieutenant spoke calmly, his face grave. Amon nodded and hid the bag in a drawer.
"I will tell her. Thank you for your help," Amon responded coolly. The Lieutenant nodded once. What he would not do for the sake of friendship...
"Something entirely else," the Lieutenant added. "It seems that the Avatar's bender friends are still looking for her. They caught sight of me in the city, but I managed to shake them off." Amon's eyebrows rose slightly before he frowned, having forgotten the Avatar's friends entirely after their escape.
"I see," Amon spoke and stood up, pacing a bit behind his desk. "I had expected them to give up their search already, but it seems that they are even more stubborn than I first realized. I will think of something. Thank you for letting me know, Lieutenant. You may go."
"Sir," the Lieutenant replied with a bow and left the office.
With a sigh, Amon rubbed his temples and sat down again. He had been too focused on the problems inside the Equalists instead of the problems outside. The Avatar's friends still proved a threat to him, but it would take them months to trace the main headquarters. The security was nothing less than excellent here. They had several proofs that this building was used as a storage for naval machinery. Not even the police could get a search warrant on the base. Besides, if the Avatar's friends were to find the headquarters, they would need an army of benders to stand a chance against the Equalist recruits. And Amon truly doubted that the Avatar had this many friends and supporters.
Pushing the topic aside, Amon decided that he could not postpone his primary mission a minute longer; he needed to see to the Avatar.
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Korra's world had crumbled in a way she had never thought possible. At the beginning of her imprisonment, she had told herself that everything would be alright as long she was still a bender, oblivious to the fact that Amon could destroy her life in other ways. But now that pregnancy had become an actual threat, Korra realized that life was even more fragile than she had ever believed it to be. Especially her life, seeing as there were things she could not yet experience because of her responsibilities as the Avatar. Falling in love, settling down, starting a family... It was not her life. Not yet. Having a child now would destroy everything.
These thoughts had lulled her to sleep on the couch, the streams of tears that had accompanied said thoughts now drying on her face. It was a shallow sleep, never deep enough for her to forget the miserable thoughts in her head, nor deep enough to make her forget her freezing body shaking against the cool leather beneath her. It was, however, deep enough for her to overhear the sound of the lock clicking and the door opening.
A strange feeling washed in over Amon when he saw the Avatar shaking in her own desperate embrace. He did not know why it pained him to see her like that. She was an enemy, a prisoner. She deserved no better. But despite logic, the sight clenched around his chest. He could not stand to see her like this.
Sitting down on the edge of the table, Amon let the bag from the drugstore dump onto the wooden surface hopefully loud enough to wake the girl. The Avatar registered the sound, but instead of waking she merely turned around, her face now close to his. He witnessed her eyelashes flickering and knew that she was haunted even in her sleep. Had it been mere days ago, he would have loved the sight of her suffering, but now... now he just wanted it to stop.
"Avatar. Wake up," he spoke, his voice softer than he had intended.
Korra's eyes snapped open by the sound of the voice which had already hurt her so much. Surprised and disgusted by his unwanted proximity, she turned her back to him.
"Go away," she said coldly. Amon was not surprised. Standing up, he withdrew to the sofa chair on the other side of the table, watching her coolly as he spoke.
"I got something for you. I want you to take them." After a short silence, Korra turned around to see what the man was talking about. She grabbed the bag and rummaged through it, her eyes widening in the process. Sitting up, she took the two boxes and read the descriptions.
Morning-after pills and some sort of ointment that would prevent pregnancy. She stared wide-eyed at the boxes, incredulous. She had never heard of either of the things before. On the South Pole they did not use these things. If a woman became pregnant, she would give birth to her child, proud and responsible. But with these two boxes, a whole new world of possibilities opened before her.
Noticing the girl's hesitation, Amon cursed under his breath. People from the Water Tribes were horribly old-fashioned when it came to sex and pregnancy. He doubted they even performed abortions. Maybe it was against their beliefs, or perhaps it was their only way of making sure their tribes grew in members.
"You are supposed to use them, not just stare at them," Amon urged with a sigh. Korra had no idea of how to respond. She was feeling a mixture of emotions, mainly relief because she now had a chance to avoid becoming pregnant, and hurt because... because what? She was not entirely sure, and she did not want to know.
Nodding in silence, she stood up and disappeared into the bathroom.
Grasping the chance to move unseen, Amon hid the box of condoms which the Lieutenant had also brought, knowing that the Avatar would most likely get angry if she knew he chose to keep them. Something told him that he would need them at some point.
Returning to the sofa chair, Amon continued to wait in silence.
Meanwhile, Korra was reading the instructions with a slight frown. According to the pharmacists, it was recommended to take the pill on full stomach. Korra's stomach was empty. She had not eaten anything since moving to this base, reluctant to the idea of eating together with so many people who hated her.
She swallowed one pill, saving the second pill for later. She had this nasty feeling that she might need it another time. She also read the instructions to the ointment and quickly followed the few steps. She was relieved to find that the tube contained enough for several uses, and she hid both the pill and the ointment under the bundle of clean towels in the tall cabinet.
Washing her hands, she left the bathroom without any expression whatsoever. Amon rose to feet and stopped before her, his golden eyes catching her teal ones.
"I want you to eat something," he said, much to Korra's surprise. Had he read the instructions too?
For once, seeing more benefits than consequences in doing so, Korra agreed to join Amon as he started to head for the canteen. Korra savoured the fact that her hands were not tied up this time.
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Asami was laughing by the time she and Larila reached the canteen.
"I see," she said. "I believe that to be enough reason for me to never set foot in the men's changing room. I would not want to experience something like that, ever." Larila, still chuckling heartily, dried her teary eyes as they entered the room.
"Me neither," the girl answered.
The smile on Asami's lips died when she realized where they were headed; straight toward the table where Shenra and Kiin were sitting, chatting loudly with a group of boys their own age and a bit older. Asami stopped and received a confused glance from Larila.
"Are we going to sit there?" she asked, a slight frown on her face. Larila shrugged.
"The only way to become better friends is to spend time together. If you avoid her, you will just end up hating each other. Living in the same room will become a nightmare," Larila explained. "Besides, there are rarely seats elsewhere. People always sit together with their roommates or in groups with someone their own age."
Asami nodded in agreement, seeing Larila's point. Following the girl silently, Asami sat down by Shenra's table and flashed a fake smile when Shenra quickly eyed her with that cool gaze of hers.
Barely had they sat down when the bell rang, signalizing that food was ready.
"We take turns to get food. The closer tables go first, and when most of them have returned to their seats, the next row of tables go," Larila explained.
"I see," Asami replied, watching as the first group of recruits rose to feet, grabbed a plate each, and formed a straight queue by the buffet. It was amazing to find such order and discipline among these people, Asami decided. She knew a handful of people who could use such discipline.
"We usually sit by rank as well," Larila continued with a smile. Although rang and age do not necessarily go hand in hand in a place like this, it is often seen. If you look forward, you will see that our leaders, their friends, and most of our seniors are gathered by the far table."
Asami straightened her back to look at the table only a few rows away. She recognized the Lieutenant, with whom she had fought once, but she did not see Amon.
"Does Amon eat here?" she asked, still looking around.
"Sometimes," Larila replied. "He always waits for the room to clear out before eating, however. I guess he does not like showing his face to recruits. He does not mind the Lieutenant watching him, though." Larila shrugged finally.
"So none of you guys have seen his face?" Asami continued, feeling excitement sweep in over her. Larila chuckled and shook her head.
"Unfortunately not, although most of us are dying to see what he is hiding. There are quite a lot of ugly rumours about him. The only thing we know is that the Lieutenant has denied some of these rumours. Personally, I do not think Amon has anything to hide except for his identity."
"But I heard him speak of scars from the benders that killed his family. Do you think he is lying?"
Before Larila managed to answer, people around them stood and went to the buffet counter. Following them, Larila shrugged.
"I have no idea. As I said, this is as much a mystery inside the organization as outside of it. Only the Lieutenant really knows."
Asami frowned slightly.
"How do we even know that Amon is who he claims to be, then? For all I know, he could be my uncle, a gardener, or councilman Tarrlok even," Asami spoke. Larila laughed at Asami's suggestions.
"You probably should never call him Tarrlok to his face. Remember that they are enemies," Larila pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "Besides, if the Lieutenant chooses to trust Amon, I believe we can all trust him."
"The Lieutenant could be corrupt as well," Asami added.
"He could," Larila agreed with a shrug. "By the way, you sure seem skeptic. If you do not trust Amon, why did you join the organization?"
Asami froze. She had been too obvious, carried away by the conversation. She would have to thread lightly.
"I guess I am a bit skeptic. I just imagine that it can be hard to rely so much on someone you do not really know. But I guess it will come eventually," Asami said with a smile. Larila nodded in agreement.
"I see your point. I felt like that, too, in the beginning. But you get used to it, just like you get used to trusting people around you. I tell you, training with someone you distrust is actually quite uncomfortable, not to mention when we are out on missions. Jumping down from a roof while looking into the eyes of a stranger, expecting him to catch you in time... You will have to get used to that."
The shiver that travelled through Asami's body nearly caused her to drop the spoon with which she was scooping food onto her plate. Larila did not miss this and broke into laughter again.
"Cannot wait," Asami grumbled, already dreading the things to come.
Soon, the girls returned to their table with filled plates. Barely did they start eating when the atmosphere changed instantly. Laughter died out, chatter stopped. People stared. Asami was about to ask Larila, but the girl was already whispering.
"The Avatar."
Asami froze. Korra was here.
Looking around, she caught sight of her friend who followed behind Amon as he took seat at the far table. Judging only by Korra's posture, Asami could see that there was something entirely wrong. Korra did not seem to be suffering from any visible damages, but the way she walked, the way her head hung in defeat, her cold eyes watching the floor – it all told her that she was miserable. Asami felt a lump in her throat.
Soon, hurtful whispers started, and Asami witnessed as several people from her table threw food after Korra, who ignored it.
"Filth," she heard Shenra hiss from the seat on the other side of Larila. Larila was quiet, frowning slightly as she continued to eat.
Asami's inner burned with rage, but she knew that she could not stand up for Korra unless she wanted to face exclusion. Her only chance of saving her friend would be wasted. She had to blend in, gain their trust, and then rescue Korra. She was in no position of doing anything right now.
The nauseous feeling in her body made it difficult to eat, but Asami forced it away and started to eat, shutting out the many mocking nicknames and insults that were thrown at the Avatar. She fought to keep her body from shaking in anger. It was a challenge.
But although Asami managed to ignore the people around her, she could not ignore the fact that Korra was mere metres from her. She looked up again in the same moment as Korra, and their eyes met. The look in Korra's eyes was indescribable. Confusion, betrayal, hurt, anger, and most of all – a plea for help.
Once again, Asami felt her inner freeze. She could not tell Korra what was on her mind, neither could she let the others know that they knew each other. Ripping her gaze from Korra was among the most difficult things she had ever had to do, but she did it, and she pretended like nothing had happened.
In that moment, Asami felt worse than trash.
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This chapter was (like the title indicates) about friendship: the friendship and loyalty between the Lieutenant and Amon, Asami's fight to establish and maintain friendships, and Mako and Bolin's friendship with Korra, which makes them never give up their search.
Friendship is a beautiful thing, and because of it we humans do a lot of crazy things which we would never do for a stranger. This chapter shows what people are willing to do for the people they love, no matter how much it hurts.
I hope you enjoyed.
Love, MAL.