Korra and Asami walked through Amon's compound (Asami leading the way) asking Korra multiple questions about what she was going to do.
"It's okay Korra; I can handle this myself. I'm a big girl!" Asami tried to stop her; but Korra would have none of it. Her mind was made up.
"No!" Korra spun around "How could you not tell me about this?!" She turned to look at Asami. Her hand on her hip with the other hand pointed accusingly at Asami.
"Because you have your own problems," Asami raised her voice a bit. "I tell you what you need to know. My business is my business." Asami frowned at Korra. Oozing with anger and sorrow and she watched her friend throw her hands up and open one of the doors angrily.
"There are too many doors in this hell hole!" Korra walked through one seeing a hot spring. They both stood in amazement as they saw the beauty of the pure blue water. Small frogs jumped across the gray stone to their destinations. Blue, pink and yellow flowers adorned the bushes along the spring. Bleeding hearts cascaded around a sitting area. Two lamps shaped like Twi and La sat near an open grassy plane. The lush green grass was freshly cut and had butterflies landing gaily along their stems.
"What is this place?" Korra said. Moving toward a robe rack.
"If it belongs to Amon, it belongs to you." Asami said removing her clothes and back flipping into the hot springs. "Come in Korra. We deserve this." Asami smiled.
"No, we still have to talk about what happened with Mako." Korra furrowed her brows to glare at Asami.
"Where better to talk then a hot spring?" Asami said leaning back into the water as her jet black hair extended from the steam.
"Well…I am sore." Korra said, remembering what Amon had done to her.
Korra removed her clothes and jumped in. Laughing as a lily pad and toad sat on top of Asami's head. "Not cool." Asami said unamused before joining in Korra's laughter.
After some time talking, Korra and Asami discussed their men.
"I know you don't want to talk about it. Believe me, it's not a walk in the park for me either. But, if anything. We're the only two that understand each other." Korra said pulling water from the springs and turning it into different shapes: A heart, a star, a clover.
"I should trademark those shapes and that phrase." Asami smiled; looking down with sorrowful joy.
"Turn around Asami." Asami didn't hesitate to follow Korra's orders and turned around. Korra used her water bending to heal Asami's back of her bruises.
"Better?" Korra smiled. Proud of the clear skin Asami had once had being restored to it's rich milk color.
"Better." Asami said. Climbing out of the springs and putting a towel around herself. "I'm going to end things with Mako... you aren't in the same boat as me to leave... but, you know what they say, 'The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have'".
"I'll keep that in mind." Korra smiled. As Asami waved goodbye to her friend. Korra held back tears. Please don't leave me with him She thought. Asami turned around to smile at Korra. Don't blink. Korra thought. If you blink you'll cry.
Korra dried her hair as she walked back to her dreaded bedroom. I'm stuck here... with him... until the day I die. Instead of crying, she smiled. "He can only do so much." Korra said aloud.
"I can only do so much of what?" Amon said, walking towards their bed.
"I wasn't talking to you." Korra spat. Getting up to leave. As she past the door way he yanked her wrist.
"I've had a bad day Korra." Him saying her name chilled her to the bone. "Don't make me take it out on you." Amon's harmonious voice turned to a deeper, angrier tone that shook the young avatar. Instead of striking her as she'd thought he would. Amon held her. Embracing her still wet frame with his masculine taught body. He held her with an avaricious greed. Korra cried. Not out of fear or anger. But of disgust. She was truly disgusted by Amon.
"What do you want me to do?" Korra tried to say in as womanly a voice as possible.
"Just hold me." Amon whispered.
Wide awake in bed. Laying naked, and bruised, on her back. Dripping with his essence. Thought to herself; a quote she red on a scroll the Eastern Air Temple had given her as a 16th birthday gift. "It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light." Closing her eyes, she drifted to sleep. She dreamed of running away from her father as a baby. Along the shore of a beautiful sunny beach along the lines of the Fire Nation. Running too far into the intriguing water. Her head bobbed as she gasped for air. Reaching out her hands for someone to grab. Nothing. Am I... Am I dying?