Chapter Six
Satori's P.O.V
Hello, my love. I know I just sent a letter you last week, but I couldn't stop myself from writing another one. Your father and I miss you dearly. It just isn't the same without you and Korra around. Sometimes I regret allowing you two to leave us, but then I remember that I was going to have to give you up someday. According to your last letter you sounded like you were having a splendid time so knowing you are happy makes missing you worth it. Now, about this Bolin boy. You really like him don't you, Satori? Oh, how I wish I were there to meet him; he's sounds delightful from the way you described. I hope it all works out between the two of you—although no matter how wonderful Bolin is, he still will never deserve you. Your father wants you to know that you don't need any ol' boyfriend, but just ignore that. Alright, my dear. I best be going now. Write me back as soon as you can. We love you so much.
"Love you, too, mom," I mutter to myself, smiling adoringly once I finish reading my mother's letter.
Writing my parents really helps me through all the dramatic occurrences of my life in Republic City. I've told them about the situation with Bolin and how Mako has became who I now consider a best friend, but I leave out whatever happens with Amon or the Equalists. Korra does the same with her letters, too, because the last thing we need is them worrying about us even more than they already do. Sometimes I wish I could express my feelings about it, but I never do.
I rise from my bed and stalk over to my dresser. Sliding the top drawer open, I place the folded letter with all the others I've received and take the sealed one that's addressed to Korra. After slipping on my slippers and turning off the lights, I silently stalk out of my room—being especially careful to not disturb Ikki and Jinora who are asleep in the rooms next to mine.
"Korra!" I call once I approach one of the few training areas. She's currently undertaking some air bending forms and by the way she's performing them, I notice how well she has approved.
She quits momentarily and faces me with a welcoming grin. "Hey, Tor. What's up?" she replies, making her way over to sit on the steps.
"Nothing really. Just finished reading another one of mom's letters." I rest next to her and hand her the letter. "This one's for you."
"Thanks," she says appreciatively. But, when she's about to read it, the music on the radio turns rather fuzzy before the voice that haunts benders across Republic City echoes around us.
"Good evening, my fellow Equalists. This is your leader, Amon. As you have heard the Republic Council has voted to make me public enemy number one—proving once again that the bending oppressors of this city will stop at nothing to quash our revolution. But, we can not be stopped; our numbers grow stronger by the day. You no longer have to live in fear. The time has come for benders to experience fear."
The chilling voice ends and the music begins to play again. Letting out a distressed breath, my eyes divert over to Korra to find her still eying the radio with horror clear in her facial expression. I cover her hand with one of mine and she jumps slightly, obviously startled, before looking at me.
"Korra, everything's gonna be fine," I comfort her, smiling reassuringly. "You don't have to be so afraid of him. You're stronger than he is."
She snorts, rolling her eyes. "I'm not scared, Satori."
"Korra... It's alright to be—"
"Really, I'm not. You think Amon can scare me so easily? Well, he can't—no one can." She stands up, absentmindedly fiddling with her arm band. "I'm going to turn in early, okay?"
"But—"
Once again, she interrupts me before I can prove my point. "Goodnight, Satori." She then proceeds to jog inside and leave with all her emotions still bottled up.
A noise of frustration brews up in the back of my throat and I bury my face in my hands.
xxxxxx
For the past few days, Mako has been persistently nagging me about how I need to spend more time with Bolin. He says cowering off to the side like a pathetic, little animal is going to get me absolutely no where. The logical part of my mind agrees with him, but the stubborn part—also know as the part I mostly listen to—chants to continue to be an overly timid moron.
"If you don't listen to my advise, Bolin will never know your feelings for him," he had said.
"Hey, he could just miraculously figure it out one night, grow wings so he can fly to the temple, and then confess his never-ending love for me?" I suggested lightly.
He didn't necessarily trust that proposal.
Finally, after I really thought about his recommendations, I worked up the courage to go forth ask Bolin if he would like to hang out with me. I'm not going to call it a date because, like Mako had told me before, it's better not to scare him away with too much forwardness.
So here I am, practically trembling with nerves, as I venture my way toward the attic. Mako had made sure that Bolin will be there when I arrive.
"Bolin?" I call hesitantly, ascending the latter. "You up here?"
When I am welcomed by silence and not a greeting from Bolin, confusion—and quite a lot of disappointment—courses through me. But, when I hear the thud of footsteps coming up from behind me, I whirl around to see Bolin strolling out of their mini bathroom.
In just a towel.
Holy crap.
"Satori?" he questions, his face scrunched up in skepticism. Obviously, he isn't embarrassed by the fact that he's practically standing naked in front of me—unlike me. "What are you doing here?"
My cheeks warm up exceedingly. I try my best to keep myself from gawking at his perfectly sculpted abs that currently are sparkling with drops of water, but it's not working out too well. "I-I... uh... J-Just came... eh, wow..." I stutter out pitifully, too distracted and humiliated to focus on completing an understandable reply.
His lips curl into an egoistical smirk. "Oh, I'm sorry. Does me being in only a towel bother you, Tor?"
"No!" I snap quickly. "No, it doesn't. But, it's common curtsey to be fully clothed when you have a guest."
"Well, my guest showed up out of the blue. How was I supposed to know?"
"Just go put some pants on, Bolin!"
"Just pants?" he teases.
"You know what I mean, dumbo."
He chuckles before stalking over to their small dresser and scavenging through it. After only a few seconds, he pulls out his usual attire. "Uh, you're going to have to close your eyes," he tells me, still smirking. "We don't really have any rooms for me to change in besides this one."
"Right. Okay." I clap my hands over my eyes so all I see is darkness.
The sounds of zippers and ruffling of clothing fills the silence and right when those noise fades, I feel a sudden presence behind me. "Now are you gonna tell me why you came here?" he whispers into my ear. His warm breath tickles my skin and a shiver travels up my spine.
"Yeah," I breath out, uncover my eyes, and face him. "I-I, um, was just wondering if you wanted t-to hang out? Ya know, like we did when we first met."
"Sure. I'd like that," he says instantly, grinning.
I'm a bit taken aback at first; I didn't expect him to answer so fast—so surely. But, the fact that he did, overwhelms with glee. The reoccurring urge to hug him gnaws at but, like always, I ignore it.
"Great! Do you want to go now?"
"Why not. Just let me leave a note for Mako and -"
I cut him off, chortling slightly, "No need. Mako knows I was coming here to ask."
He just shrugs nonchalantly. "Alright. Then let's go!" He then grasps my hand and lead us down the latter. A goofy smile spreads across my face from his touch.
Bolin's P.O.V
Quite pleased with myself, I watch as Satori throws her head back and buoyant laughter bubbles past her lips. I've been able to amuse her throughout the whole day and I can't help but wanting to continue to do so. Her laugh is just so freeing and smooth that it can brightens up almost any mood—yet occasionally an obnoxious snort escapes. She despises when that happens, but I find it incredibly adorable.
Frankly, I just find her to be adorable; in every way. The way she blushes at the flirtatious words I compliment her with, how her dimpled smile lights up her face, how her baby blue eyes are constantly sparkling in such a gorgeous way, and especially when she does minor, embarrassing acts because she's nervous. She just radiates so much positive energy—and boy, is she pretty. I've always known how attractive she is, but it never really occurred to me till today.
Although, I don't like her like that. Korra's the one I want.
Yeah. I don't like Satori.
… Right?
"Bolin?" My eyes snap up to find that the two of us have halted our walking and Satori is gazing at me in curiosity.
I swallow and shake my head back and forth to entirely wake up from my haze. "Uh, yeah?"
"What are you thinking about? You seem really concentrated on something."
"N-Nothing! Just about our day," I lie effortlessly, sending her a grin.
"Oh. Okay."
We stroll around the city in a peaceful silence. It's just now dimming outside, so I make sure I'm positioned extra close to her—just in case. We finally reach the arena and I invite her inside for a drink.
"Bolin, you don't have to—" she begins to protest, but I interject before she can finish.
"I want to, Tor."
She blushes faintly and nods. I politely open the door for her and when her cheeks, once again, warm up, I feel proud that I'm capable of flattering her so easily. We make small talk as we stride down the hallways and up the stairs until we approach the latter to my apartment. After I let her go first and I'm halfway up, I hear my brothers surprised, yet delighted, voice.
"Satori! I was hoping you'd be here!"
I quicken my climbing and rise up to find Mako picking her up and swinging her around in an embrace. A flabbergasting rush of jealousy courses through me and the yearn to yank my brother off of her creeps up on me. But, I hold it back, confused as to why I'm enduring these unfamiliar reactions.
Satori chuckles once he sets her down, raising an eyebrow. "It's good to see you, too, Mako? I mean, I give you props for that spectacular greeting," she jokes.
"I'm just so ecstatic!" He waves me over. "Come here, bro. I want you to hear this, too."
I oblige, trudging over.
"First off, Satori, remember the advice you gave me? How the best things happen when you're not expecting them?"
"Uh huh," she says.
"Well, I was crossing the street when a moped crashed into me -"
Our gasps interrupt him. "Whoa. Mako, are you okay?" I question worriedly.
He waves his hand dismissively. "Yeah. Just a few bruises. Anyway, the driver of the moped turned out to be a beautifulgirl—and I mean beautiful. She felt terrible and even more so when she recognized me from pro-pending. She insisted on making it up to me by buying me dinner tomorrow night. I, of course, accepted. She then drove away, leaving me still utterly baffled by her shocking beauty."
"Wow. That's great news, bro!" I congratulate, slapping him on the back. "She sounds hot."
"Oh you don't even know, Bo."
We both look down at Satori who has a slightly troubled expression, but smiles genuinely when she makes eye contact with Mako. "I'm really happy for you, Mako," she tells him sincerely. "Did you, ya know, get a good feeling with her?"
"Oh yeah," he breaths out, smirking dreamily. "But, it's all thanks to you, Satori. Your advise really ran with me and now this happened! Don't know what I'd do without you as a friend."
She snickers, smacking him playfully on the arm. "Now stop that. You're making me blush," she teases sarcastically, causing us to both laugh. "Well, I better get going."
I gaze at her, a hint of disappointment growing inside of me. "You sure?"
"Yeah. I'm really not trying to have Tenzin up my butt right now so it's better for me to arrive at the temple on time." She waves to both of as she begins to descend down the stairs.
"Be careful," Mako practically orders.
"Psst, you know me—always searching for danger." She rolls her eyes at him. "Don't worry. I'll be fine. See ya, guys!"
I smile absentmindedly to myself before facing Mako again, who's giving me a smug look.
"What?" I ask, lending him a weird look in return.
"Oh, nothing," he replies, holding his arms out in front of him in unconvincing innocence. He strides over and plops down on the couch, snatching up the newspaper in the process. "So, how was your date with Satori?"
"It was great! We -" I suddenly shut my mouth when I fully understand what he asked. "It wasn't a date, Mako."
"Of course it wasn't," he mutters, clearly indecisive about my statement, as he flips through the newspaper pages.
"Seriously! We just hung out as friends! No dating was involved."
"You say it like it'd be such a horrible thing."
I release a frustrated breath before joining him on the couch. "I-I'm not trying to make it seem like that because I'm sure it wouldn't be awful if I went on a date with her. But, I'm just not into Satori like that."
He peers over at me pointedly. "Bo, you always complain about never being able to have a stable relationship since every girl that likes you is just a crazy fan girl," he states.
"So?"
"What I am trying to say is that maybe you should open your eyes a bit." He chucks the newspaper to the side, gets to his feet, and heads toward the restroom. "I'm going to take a shower."
Exasperated, I flop down on my stomach and groan into the cushions.
Satori is simply friend material. Anyway, I highly doubt she'd like me back even if I contained feelings for her. Now Korra on the other hand, she's the one I belong with—it's just obvious.
Something painful churns in the pit of my stomach, but I overlook it.
Satori's P.O.V
Being supportive for Mako along with feeling sympathetic for Korra is exceptionally difficult. Korra's my sister, yes, but Mako is also my best friend. How am I supposed be there for both of them? I want terribly for them to be together, so both of them will be happy, but that isn't happening, much to my displeased surprise. Although this girl Mako met sounds perfect for him, I still have a gut feeling that he thinks of Korra as more than a friend and teammate.
Other than that, I've actually had an amazing day. Bolin and I ate out together and, in my opinion, we had a terrific time. He seemed flirty, but at the same time I felt like he was pushing me away whenever I attempted to make a move. They weren't necessarily major acts like leaning in for a kiss, although he casually twitched his hand away when I went to hold it. I discarded it, not letting it get to me like I normally would.
I just hope today made some progress with him and I.
"Satori," Pema greets sweetly when I enter the dining room where everyone is seated for dinner. "You're just in time for supper."
"Hi, Pema. Thank you for waiting," I say, smiling as I take my seat next to Korra.
She just nods and Tenzin begins the routinely blessings. But, we all raise our heads when he is cut off by an unfamiliar voice. "I'm not interrupting, am I?"
My eyes dart over to the doorway to see a middle aged man emerging. He's dressed in elegant water tribe apparel and, to put is short, he stands out like any man from the water tribes would; kinda like my father. However, there's something about him that irks me.
"This is my home, Tarrlok. We're about to eat dinner," Tenzin almost growls.
Tarrlok lets out a relived breath as he replies with, "Good, because I am absolutely famished. Air benders never turn away a hungry guest, am I right?"
"I suppose," Tenzin grumbles, aggravated.
Tarrlok makes his way over to Korra and I. A satisfied grin slowly inches onto his face when he positions himself next to Korra, causing me to have to abruptly scoot over. I become suddenly irritated that this man just so rudely invites himself in; the look he's giving my sister is making me like him any more either.
"Ah, you must be the famous Avatar Korra. It is truly an honor to meet you. I am councilmen Tarrlok, representative for the Northern Water Tribe," he introduces.
"Nice to meet you," she says, smiling friendlily.
Right when she gets the chance, Ikki starts blabbing off to him, "Why do you have three pony tails? And why do you smell like a lady? You're weird." I contain my laughter as best as possible at the appalled look on Tarrlok's face.
"Well, aren't you... precocious."
I roll my eyes as I dig into my rice, but I glance up when Tarrlok is suddenly leaning over to stare at me expectantly. "What?" I question once I swallow.
"You're Satori, correct?" he observes.
"Yep. That's me. Why?"
"Just curious." He then leans back and continues on another topic with Korra. "So, I've been reading all about your adventures in the papers. Infiltrating Amon's rally, now that took some real initiative."
"Thanks," Korra says gratefully. "I think you're the first authority figure who is happy I'm here."
"Republic City is much better off now that you've arrived."
All our gazes switch to Tenzin while I take another bite. "Enough with the flattery, Tarrlok. What do you want with Korra?" he demands seriously.
"Patience, Tenzin. I'm getting to that," Tarrlok assures. "As you may have heard, Korra, I am assembling a task force that will strike at the heart of the revolution—and I want you to join me."
"Really?" she asks.
"What?" Tenzin and I both gasp.
"I need someone who will help me attack Amon directly; someone who is fearless in the face of danger. That someone is is you, Avatar Korra!"
I clench my fists together, furious that he's even giving Korra this option. She already has so much on her plate and she defiantly doesn't need any more danger forced on her. And, knowing Korra, she'll be intrigued by something like this—especially if it'll help stop Amon.
"Join your task force?" she repeats before gazing down at her bowl. "I can't."
My jaw drops, astonished by her answer. By the looks of Tarrlok and Tenzin, they are, too.
"I must admit, I'm rather surprised. I-I'd thought you'd jump at the chance to help me lead the charge against Amon," Tarrlok responds, obviously trying to hide his agitation at the fact that she declined.
"Well, I came to Republic City to finish my Avatar training with Tenzin. Right now I just need to focus on that," Korra explains logically.
"Which is why this opportunity is perfect! You'd get on the job experience while performing your Avatar duty for the city."
"Hey, dude," I cut in, narrowing my eyes at him. "Korra gave you her answer. Stop pestering her about it, will ya?"
"Satori's right. I think it's time for you to go, Tarrlok," Tenzin states, setting down his cup of tea.
Tarrlok frowns, but still obliges. "Very well. But, I'm not giving up on you just yet. You'll be hearing from me soon," he says bitter-sweetly and bows respectfully when he stands. "It's been a pleasure, Avatar Korra."
As he exits the room, Ikki calls, "Bye bye, pony tail man!" This time, I laugh and show her a thumbs up which she immediately returns.
"That was strange," Korra murmurs quietly to me once everyone pursues eating.
"You can say that again," I whisper back before shooting her a strict look. "Be careful with him, alright? He gives me a bad vibe."
She smirks. "Yeah and you also said Naga gave you bad vibes. How'd that turn out?"
"Just shut up and eat your vegetables."
xxxxxx
Tonight will be one of the few times I've ever ornately dressed. Instead of my usual water tribe tunic, leggings, and fur boots, I am decked out in a lovely, pale blue dress that flows down to my ankles and white flats cover my feet. While my hair is ordinarily styled in two braids, it is currently let lose, my naturally curly hair piling around my shoulders. My face is normal since neither Korra or I ever have worn makeup, let along own any.
The reason for the elegant appearances is because Tarrlok threw a gala together in Korra's honor. Korra has been rejecting him for the past few days, ignoring all the extravagant gifts he has sent, so we assume this is just another way to try and get Korra to join his task force. She would have declined the invitation to this event, but many important civilians are going to be there, too, and Korra doesn't want to come off disrespectful by not showing up. Therefore, we're all heading toward the celebration.
Out of all the times I've hated being the Avatar's sister, today I'm thrilled since I, too, am invited to the lavish party. Never in my life have I been able to attend something so high-end and affluent and, to my quite frank, I have no idea how to act—although I'm still excited. I just hope I won't make a fool of myself in front of so many rich women and men of this city.
We enter the very large and decorated building that the gala is taking place in. The children, also attired very nicely, run energetically around. When everyone claps at Korra's attendance, I can't help but chuckle softly at her awe stricken expression. As Pema begins socializing, Tenzin, Korra, and I stay together.
"I can't believe this all for me," expresses Korra.
"I'm not sure what Tarrlok's plotting, so keep your guard up. It's not like him to throw a part just for the fun of it," Tenzin tells, blatantly suspicious.
"I wouldn't call this "fun,'" I murmur, my eyes darting around at all the snobby, old people standing around doing nothing.
Tarrlok approaches us with a grin on his face. "So glad you could make it, Avatar Korra. If you'll excuse us, the city awaits it's hero," he says acceptably. He starts taking her away and Korra hastily takes a hold of my arm, pulling me along with them.
"You can go enjoy yourself, Satori," Tarrlok tells me, hinting that he doesn't want me around.
I narrow my eyes at him slightly as Korra jumps to my rescue. "I prefer her being at my side," she informs him, still gripping my arm desperately.
"Very well then." The annoyance thick in his tone brings me much satisfaction.
Tarrlok leads us over to a pudgy man, most likely around the age of forty, and just by the look of him I note he's very acclaimed. "Korra, it's my pleasure to introduce Republic City's most famous industrialist, Hiroshi Sato," Tarrlok aquatints.
"Nice to meet you," she says.
Hiroshi bows and states admirably, "We're all expecting great things from you."
"Right," Korra mumbles, troubled. "Greatness..."
"Hey, guys." Our gazes switch over when we surprisingly hear Mako's voice. He, too, is elegantly dressed up and on his arm is an incredibly gorgeous teenage girl as they make their way over to us. I raise my eyebrow at him and point secretly to the girl, silently questioning if this is the girl, and he proudly nods. I smirk and mouth, "Impressive," to him.
From the corner of my eye, I notice Bolin coming up to Mako's side and my cheeks burn when I study him up and down. He looks, to say the least, very handsome—his usual, partially shaggy hair is slicked back and he wears a similar suit to Mako's except it's a dark green. When we meet gazes, he sends me his award winning smile and I almost swoon.
But, why are they here?
"This is my daughter, Asami," Hiroshi introduces, gesturing to the beautiful girl.
Oh. That's why.
"It's lovely to meet you—Satori, too. Mako's told me so much about you both," Asami says genuinely.
I nod, smiling, as I respond with, "It's great meeting you, too, Asami."
As expected, Korra isn't too pleased by her presence. "Really? He hasn't mentioned you at all," she bites out before forcing herself to become more polite. "How did you two meet?"
"Asami crashed into him on her moped," Bolin pipes up.
"What? Are you okay?" Korra asks in concern.
"I'm fine—more than fine," Mako replies cheerfully. "Mr. Sato agreed to sponsor our team. We're back in the tournament!"
A delighted gasp flies past my lips and I clap my hands together. "That's great!" I cheer.
"Yeah. Terrific," Korra sighs.
My face falls and I rest a hand on her back comfortingly. She peers over at me, her eyes coated with jealously and sorrow, and I shine her a reassuring smile. She just shakes her head dismissively before taking a recomposing breath so no one else notices her abrupt change of mood.
"Chief Beifong," Tarrlok calls, signaling her over. "I believe you and Avatar Korra have already met."
She glares at Korra in loath. "Just because the city's throwing you this big ta-do doesn't mean you're anything special. You've done absolutely nothing to deserve this," she hisses. As she saunters away, I glower at her back in irritation.
"Well, she hasn't gotten any friendlier," I retort.
"No kidding," Korra replies sourly.
Tarrlok suddenly perks up. "Korra, please come with me." She obliges, but when I got to follow Tarrlok throws me a pointed look. "Alone," he snaps.
I huff and cross my arms over my chest while they carry on. But, my mood instantly brightens when Bolin grasps my arm and yanks me over to him, Mako, and Asami—just his touch brings a smile to my face.
"Wouldn't want you to be by yourself now, would we?" he says cheekily.
"Guess not," I reply.
"By the way, you look really pretty."
I blush, the corners of my mouth twitching into an even bigger smile. "Thanks, Bo. So do you." He raises his eyebrows and my mouth drops when I realize what I just said. "I-I mean you don't look pretty—handsome is more like it..."
He fakes acting appalled, holding his hand over his chest. "Well, I was hoping I looked pretty! Do you know how long it took to do my hair?" We laugh shortly together and after he smiles gently. "Thanks, Tori."
"Anytime, Bolin."
We look away from each other when Mako clears his throat. My eyes narrow down at him when he suggestively wiggles his eyebrows at the two of us. I resist the urge to punch him in the face by changing the subject and speaking to Asami.
"So, Asami. When you and Mako first met, he babbled on and on about it. You should have seen it," I say, smirking.
"Oh really?" Asami giggles, patting Mako's face affectionately. "That's too adorable."
"Yeah and it's very rare for Mako to be adorable."
As Asami and Bolin laugh, Mako glares at me in agitation. "Good one, Satori," he grumbles.
Suddenly, obnoxious, grouped voices rise up in the somewhat hushed room. I face the noise to see paparazzi surrounding the grand staircase where Tarrlok and Korra are located. Uncertainty races through me and my face falls in worry for my sister when the reporters begin spitting out questions. They continue to ask why she's backed out on the task force and demand why she isn't doing anything to stop the revolution. She attempts to stutter out answers, but fails, obviously unsure about what to say. I purse my lips as she visibly gets angrier and angrier, and when someone asks if she's afraid of Amon, she cracks.
"I'm not afraid of anybody!" she shouts, causing everyone to slip into silence. "If the city needs me... then I'll join Tarrlok's task force and help fight Amon."
"There's your headline, folks!" Tarrlok announces, looping an arm around Korra's shoulders while the cameras begin to flash.
I hang my head disappointingly and clench my fists at my side. "I knew Tarrlok was up to something like this," I state acerbically. "Gosh, Korra shouldn't have let the questions get to her!"
Bolin places an upholding hand on my shoulder. "Everything will be fine, Satori. If Korra thinks this is the right thing to do, then we gotta trust her on that," he says.
"I can't trust it when it's putting her in so much danger."
"It might not be that dangerous. Anyway, if it get's really risky, I'm sure Korra will back out."
He was wrong. For the past few days, Korra has been ambushing Equalist hideouts with the task force and returning with bruises and scratches each time. I kept my mouth shut, knowing she won't listen to me; no matter how much it bothers me to see her do this every night. But, when I find out she challenged Amon to a duel, just her and him, I couldn't hold back any longer.
I burst through Korra's bedroom doors, fuming. "Korra, you're not doing this," I forbid. "I won't let you."
She doesn't look away from where she's gazing outside the window as she responds, "Don't try and stop me, Satori. I decided this and I'm going through with it."
"But, this is absolutely insane! You know how ruthless Amon is. You're gonna get hurt—or maybe even get your bending taken away!"
She turns around to make eye contact with me. "I need to face Amon on my own. It's my duty to do so," she tells me determinedly.
"You can defeat Amon another way, with the help of other people. How do you know Amon's going to listen to you? He could bring along a whole bunch of chi-blockers and you'll be all alone!" I cry before taking a shaky breath. "Please, Korra. You're my sister. I don't know what I'll do if I lose you."
"Tor, I'll be fine. You won't lose me tonight, okay? I promise."
She steps over to me and I immediately throw my arms around her. She returns to the embrace before withdrawing away and smiling reassuringly. "Be careful, Korra." Before I can say anything else, she strides out of the room and slams the door shut behind her.
I press my lips into a thin line, sliding down to the floor and leaning against the wall. My eyes float over to the window where I have a perfect view of Avatar Aang Memorial Island, the place Korra will be battling Amon.
"Keep her safe, Avatar Aang," I whisper pleadingly into the air.
I wait about two hours, never moving from my place on her floor, until I hear frantic footsteps sprinting down the hall. Right when I get to my feet, Korra is bursting through the door and wrapping me up in a hug.
"You were right," she blubbers. "Amon b-brought his chi-blockers. H-He had me all tied up, and said he would destroy me, just not yet. I-I was so terrified!"
I circle my arms around her and squeeze her securely. "It's alright, sis. You're here and it's all over," I assure, rubbing her back comfortingly. She continues to sob into my shoulder and I unhesitatingly let her, my heart aching for her.
Amon really is becoming a serious problem.
And no one knows what to do.