Chapter Seven

Satori's P.O.V

My eyelids weakly flutter open and I'm welcomed by complete darkness. At first my memory is fuzzy and I can't remember what had occurred that caused me to end up in a unknown location like this, but soon it all comes rushing back to me—the Equalists, the utter terror, and the ropes electrifying my body until I collapse into unconsciousness. All the awful memories of my capture hit me like a wave and I gasp breathlessly, uncontrolled panic racing through me when I realize that the letter is right.

They took me.

And now they're gonna try to get me to join them.

Oh gosh, Korra... She must be devastated. I'm gone and she wasn't able to do anything to save me. She's going to constantly be blaming herself for this—she always does when she fails to protect that ones she cares for. Does she even know who took me? Or does she just know that I've unexpectedly disappeared? Does anyone know what happened to me?

Geez, the benders Republic City must be going into a frenzy right now. Amon was even able to get passed Korra and take their grasp onto her sister. Being able to accomplish that means that, to be quite frank, the Equalists can do basically anything they set out to do. They've gotten so much more clever, so much more corruptive. Having that in mind, an abundant amount of terror courses through me and I feel tears well up in my eyes.

What's going to happen to me?

Suddenly, my surroundings light up when the door to my brisk room is creaked open. Two Equalists are standing there, emotionless and stiff as their goggle covered eyes stare directly at me. I want to divert my gaze away from them, everything about them incredibly unsettling, but my body is frozen in place. Nothing happens for a few eerie moments until, to my complete dismay, the Equalists spread apart and Amon steps up.

"Hello, Satori," he says in the voice that sends chills up my spine. "I assume you received our letter a few days ago, correct?"

I don't say anything.

"You thought that you shouldn't be worried—that panicking about it would just cause unneeded commotion. You know now that you were wrong. Ever since you and the Avatar disrupted my rally I've been after you, so you should have been terrified for a while."

"Wh-what do you want with me?" I manage to croak out.

"I thought it was obvious want we want from you, Satori. For you to join us."

Jumping to my feet, I shout angrily, "Why me? I'm nothing special. I can't even fight!"

"But you can learn. My followers have done their research and reported it back to me. I know that you've been hidden in the Avatar's shadow your entire life. You hate it, too; you hate that you never get any appreciation just because you can't bend. You're compelled too watch your sister get credit for even the tiniest of things. No matter what you do, you've never been paid attention to because you're the Avatar's sister and everyone would rather awe over her than you."

I purse my trembling lips and dejectedly hang my head as he speaks the almost too true words that have ran through my head many times before. Although I perk up at the next thing he says.

"All that can change now. You have the chance to become powerful; the chance to rub it in all the benders faces that you can be just as dominate as they can. Satori, you can learn every trick to being an Equalist—chi-blocking, martial arts, self-defense, and how to knock a bender down within seconds of a battle. You can broadcast to the all the bender oppressors that you don't need them anymore. You're the perfect icon of equality for our revolution. Once you learn, I believe you can become just as strong as all my chi-blockers. This will change your life for the better and you'll never be looked down on again."

Honestly, the guarantee of becoming capable of being able to fight and to be as strong as them sounds pleasing. He's entirely right—I despise being downgraded by everyone. Constantly watching Korra be honored, loved, and appreciated for practically everything she does while most just know me as the Avatar's worthless, little sister is infuriating. Every guy I've had major feelings for falls at Korra's feet and kicks me to the side; even my own parents have sometimes pushed me away so they can focus on her. It's unbelievably difficult to go through the same crap almost everyday. The idea of finally being powerful sounds utterly amazing.

But I can't betray my own sister—the girl that's been my best friend since the day I was born, the person that's willingly suffered through my occasional, aggravating outbursts, the person that has been there for me throughout our entire lives. She's more important to me than anyone, so how could I even begin to forget her just so I can become stronger? That's beyond selfish; it's just plain wrong. Sure, she does some bad things here and there but so do I. Overall, she's better to me anyone therefore I'll never even consider joining the people that are out to get her.

And even if I got heartbroken over him, I can't betray Bolin either. After all I am in love with him.

Although, denying Amon would only make my chances of escaping decrease immensely. I realize I must agree to become an Equalist because the only way I'll be able to get out of his clutches is to become, as he said, a skilled, independent chi-blocker. Once I learn everything, I'll wait for a time that I can use my new abilities to their advantage and then flee. When that time will be I have no clue but it's the only lead I've got, right?

"Okay, Amon. You're right. I'm absolutely tired of being so weak compared to everyone around me. I promise to follow your lead from now on, no matter what the circumstances," I lie convincingly, smiling slightly. "I'll join the the Equalists."

"Excellent," he says in satisfactory. I'm sure if he didn't have a mask on I'd be seeing his grin. "Your lessons will start a dawn." He then proceeds to exit the room with the two chi-blockers on his flank.

"Wait!" He stops and turns around. "Do I have to stay in this locked up room?"

"Not for long. Just in case you're fooling me, I'm keeping you guarded until I am confident that you won't attempt an escape plan. But I believe that it won't be far from now when you'll be treated exactly like my other chi-blockers." Without any other words, he stalks down the hall and, after switching on a light in my room that I didn't know as there, the chi-blockers follow.

I release a troubled sigh and plop down on the cot that's positioned by me. The room, thankfully, isn't too bad. The cot is kinda comfortable, there's a few drawers built into one of the four walls, and a mediocre desk and chair are placed on the far right. The temperature of the room is a bit too chilly for my liking but it could be a lot worse. If they wished they could have stuck me in a cramped, claustrophobic prison cell so I'm not complaining.

Suddenly feeling so overwhelmed that it tires me, I sprawl out on the cot and drape the semi-thin sheet over me. As my eyes slip closed, I can't help but wonder if Bolin is concerned at all about my capture.

Ha. Who am I kidding? Of course he isn't.

Bolin's P.O.V

Aggressively, I strenuously chuck multiple rock disks at the net with an angered grunt. I continue this without stalling until all but one of the disks have been thrown. With gritted teeth, I bend the disk upwards, shoot it directly forward, and it rips through the net material because of the unusual strong force I put on it.

"Uh, Bo?"

I whirl around to see Korra and Mako eying me with uncertainty. I hadn't noticed they quit practicing to observe my outraged attitude toward the net till now. "What?" I ask defensively.

"You, uh, kinda ripped the net," Mako points out, biting his bottom lip. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm perfectly fine. Shouldn't we get back to practice now? The tournament is only a week away."

Korra immediately shakes her head. "That can wait, Bolin. You obviously don't have your head in the game. What's bothering you?" she demands.

I clench my fists tightly at my side, fuming. "You wanna know what's getting to me, huh? I can't get Satori out of my head! How am I supposed to focus on anything when she could be getting tortured by Amon right now?"

It's only been a day since Satori was taken. We searched all night for her yet there's absolutely no sign or clue to where they possibly could be keeping her. It's killing me, to say the least, because now that I have fully realized how in love with her I truly am, I can't stand the thought of her being unprotected or hurt. I'm desperate to find her, to hold her in my arms and assure her that nothing like this will ever happen again but I can't. Wherever the Equalists took her, it must be incredibly hidden.

I hardly slept at all last night because I couldn't quit thinking of her. I, myself, have never been in love with anyone. Of course, I've had large crushes but they've never gotten close to the love I now feel for Satori. Ever since she got taken and I realized my feelings, I haven't gone a second without having her on my mind—either I'm worrying about her and wondering if she's alright or I'm just imaging everything about her from her beautiful face to her genuine personality. Now, other than Mako, she's the most important person in my life.

And I don't even know if she's alive or not.

"Bo," Korra sighs, her own tone distressed. "She's on my mind right now, too, but I am trying my best to not think of it and focus on what's in front of me. If I do constantly think about her I'll break down again and that won't fix or help anything. We're doing all we can to get her back but for right now we just have to be patient—no matter how hard it is. After practice I am going to search for a little while longer if you wanna come with."

"Yeah. We're all really messed up about them taking her. Trust me, I am, too. No to mention, Satori's smart; she's probably thinking of a way to escape as we speak," Mako reassures sincerely.

"I know. I-it's just..." I stammer, squeezing my eyes shut when they begin to well up with tears. "It physically pains me to know that she's in the clutches of someone as nasty as Amon. The thought of her being so defenseless against him and all those chi-blockers... Gosh, I hate thinking about it!"

Once I reopen my eyes and glance at them, I find Mako staring at me incredulously. "Whoa. I haven't seen you like this since mom and dad died," he murmurs.

"That's because I've realized... I'm in love with her."

Figuring they'll be entirely caught of guard by my admittance, I'm about to go through with explaining, but I stop skeptically when I see that they're just smiling with a knowing glint in their eyes.

"We know," Korra states smugly, shrugging like it's no big deal.

"What—What do you mean you know? I just found out yesterday!"

Mako rolls his eyes. "No matter how many times you denied it to yourself, it was kinda obvious. I'm surprised you never caught on to the feelings she had for you either," he says.

My eyes practically bulge out of my head. "S-She has feelings for me, too?" I ask, my voice high-pitch with sudden hopefulness.

"Oh, yes. She has since the day you met her."

Korra smiles. "She's in love with you, too, Bolin," she declares warmly.

A smile of adoration slowly stretches across my face. The delight I'm experiencing causes me to have the urge to jump up and down like a child on Christmas. It's like a twenty-pound weight is lifted off my shoulders now that I am reassured that she shares the same feelings. Satori, the most incredible girl I've ever met, is in love with me. How much better news can I be given that that?

Oh yeah. The news of her being rescued.

"But..." Korra begins reluctantly, remorse all of sudden coating her voice as she stares down at her fidgety fingers. "It may be too late."

"What? Why?" I demand worriedly.

"She, uh, sorta overhead you confessing your feelings for me at one of our pro-bending matches last week. She was not only heartbroken because you chose me instead of her but because I agreed to go. That's why, not only am I despaired that she got kidnapped but because she's probably still hates me and if anything happens to her..." Her voice cracks pitifully at the end and she pressures her eyes shut as if it hurts her to think about it. "I don't know if I can live with myself knowing she never forgave me."

My face falls dolefully and I become exceedingly furious with myself. How could I have not have realized how she felt? Why didn't I just stop being so gosh damn blind and understand that such a phenomenal girl was in love with me this whole time? Here I am thinking about how I will do anything to protect her when I personally hurt her myself. An overwhelming feeling of guilt passes through me.

"Do... Do you think she'll forgive us?" I quietly ask Korra.

She sighs sadly. "I really hope so."

Unexpectedly, the commercial that was currently playing on the radio is interrupted by the cynical voice of Amon. "Good morning, citizens of Republic City. This is Amon. I hope you all enjoyed last nights pro-bending match because it will be the last. It's time for this city to stop worshiping bending athletes as if they were heroes. I am calling on the council to shut down the arena and cancel the finals. Or else, there will be severe consequences."

"That guys come some nerve," I growl angrily through gritted teeth.

"You think the council with give in?" Mako asks.

"I'm not waiting to find out," Korra states determinedly. "We need to get to city hall."

We're about to leave until we halt and whip around when we hear a far too familiar voice on the radio. "Hello, everyone. A lot of you probably don't know who this is but I am sure you've heard of the Avatar's sister getting kidnapped yesterday. Well, that's me, Satori," her firm voice introduces. "When I was forcefully taken yesterday, I was terrified. But when I woke up the great leader, Amon, made me realize how truly right the Equalist revolution is. Benders are close to succeeding in taking complete control over us non-benders. We can't let that happen. We need to show them all that we're just as strong as they are and they can't overpower us any longer. So join the Equalists and I guarantee that you will soon be experiencing your utmost ideal life."

The three of us are frozen in shock as the radio switches back to the regular radio station. We're all to stunned to react at first but once we've recomposed ourselves, Korra turns furious.

"That's not her!" she denies while jabbing her fingering aimlessly at the radio, refusing to believe that sweet, innocent Satori would do such a thing like join the Equalists. "Satori wouldn't do that. She just wouldn't."

Mako nods along with her. "Yeah. She hates what Amon is causing. Why in the world would her beliefs suddenly change after one night of being captured?" he adds sternly. "Amon must be forcing her to speak."

"You could tell by her voice, too," I say, strained. "She didn't sound like herself—she sounded too off." I vigorously press my knuckles into my forehead stressfully. "Gosh! What do you think they're doing to her to make her announce that? Surely she would put up a fight."

Worry etches all our facial expressions as all the possibilities of what they could do to her demonstrate themselves in our minds—well I assume that's what they're thinking because I know that's what I am unfortunately imaging. As more and more visions pop up, my stomach churns painfully.

"Let's just get to city hall for right now, alright?" Korra suggests lightly yet her tone is still thick with distress. "We can discuss everything there."

Mako and her hurriedly rush out of the exit and I'm soon on their trail—but not before glancing longingly back at the radio, a part of me yearning that Satori will some how magically jump out of the machine.

But, disappointingly, I know that's impossible.

Satori's P.O.V

"One week and you've already exceeded in becoming an elite, proficient chi-blocker. While most of my other chi-blockers have had to train for many weeks to stand at the level you're on now, you've proved to me that you are my very best by your hardworking, determined, and fast learning attitude. Satori, you are now an official Equalist who is skilled in all the areas a great chi-blocker must be."

I smile broadly up at Amon as, once again, we end another one of our private training sessions. From his praising words, I figure it will be my last.

After the first three days of practicing like any other chi-blocker, I respectfully requested more time and drills since I felt as if I wasn't learning quick enough. Passively, Amon and the Lieutenant suggested that I consider taking up private lessons with Amon, since he is, obviously, the greatest chi-blocker there is. I eagerly accepted, along with spending literally every single second of the days and evenings in the training gym—dusk till dawn. Frankly, I had no need to do anything else but train other than eat and sleep; and I only did that when I was awfully starving and completely exhausted.

My determination overpowered everything because I had to finish learning basically all I could by the end of this week because Amon had come up with a plan to violently interrupt the pro-bending finals since the council had not shut down the arena. I don't know all the details of the plan but I know enough that I'll be able to sneak off and go through with my own plan.

Being an Equalist for a week, surprisingly, hasn't been terrible. Other than having to be away from the people I truly care about and have them think that I'm betraying them, I've been pretty okay. Feeling strong and accomplished has been amazing—a major boost for my self-esteem—and I've actually made some acquaintances here. For example, Amon.

I know what you're thinking. I befriended Amon? Sounds crazy, right? Honestly I'm sure I am insane for doing so, too, but it was entirely unintentional. During our private lessons we've bonded a little. To my surprise, he isn't a horrible guy. I mean, yeah, the things he's been brewing up are atrocious and I'll never support his reasonings but deep inside I can tell he's honestly just a confused, emotionally conflicted man. He just needs to understand what he's doing is wrong.

"Thank you, Amon," I say appreciatively. "I've truthfully tried my absolute hardest."

"It shows," he responds before taking a seat one one of the few chairs set to the side. "Now, tomorrow is the finals. I've picked you, along with some of my other skillful chi-blockers, to join me on stage when I make my entrance. I believe you're ready."

Glee courses through me and I internally hop up and down cheerfully since I know for sure now that I'll join them to the arena. "Thank you again. I promise to display all of the skills I've learned."

"Well, unlike any of my other chi-blockers, I've taught you my personal fighting styles. You'll be my best fighter out there, along with the Lieutenant."

I nod and take a seat next to him. "Amon?"

"Yes?"

"Do you ever think of the lives we could be ruining? Sure, benders are oppressing us non-benders extremely but maybe there's a peaceful compromise we can make with them instead of doing it in such a spiteful way."

He stays eerily silent and clearly, because of his mask, I can't read his expression. "Benders don't think of other peoples lives. So why should we?"

"But—"

"Should I be reconsidering your loyalty to the Equalists? None of my other followers have questioned my ways like you are doing."

"No! Of course not, sir," I hastily assure. "I was just simply speaking my wandering thoughts out loud. You're right—what we're doing is completely correct."

"That's what I like to hear." He then proceeds to get to his feet and leisurely stalk out of the gym. "Get some sleep, Satori. You're going to need it."

Once I know he's far enough away, I grin slyly, prop my chin up on my hand, and mutter, "You're going to need just as much as I do, Amon. Trust me."

xxxxxx

I can hear the match perfectly from where we are positioned inside the stage. I'm not entirely sure how we were able to get here, considering how many metal bending cops are around, but I am not auguring; my plan, along with Amon's, is working out splendidly. It's difficult for me to know that Korra, Bolin, and Mako are going to be getting hurt before I can do anything about it but I know if I weren't here they'd be in a lot worse of a situation.

We begin to hear the cries and hollers of the people above us, along with the noises of electrifying. Amon faces all of us and states, "It's time."

Obediently, we nod and slip our goggles and cloth helmets on so, since we're already decked out in official chi-blocker gear, our identities are entirely hidden. Nerves race through me as the circle above us opens and the platform that we're on rises up until we're standing only a couple feet away from the horror-struck Wolf Bats.

"What's going on here, ref?" Tahno, the water bender of the Wolf Bats, questions the referee.

"I don't know!" exclaims the ref.

The team starts to cautiously back up when we advance toward them. Way too confident with himself, Tahno goes after Amon while his teammates attack us chi-blockers. Since everyone is distracted, I sneakily hurry off the fighting platform and gracefully slide down the pole so I'm under the ring. From the corner of my eye I spot the Lieutenant tying Korra, Bolin, and Mako up—they were obviously electrocuted when in the water. Tentatively, I make my way over and, being as silent as possible, with my electrifying glove, I shock the Lieutenant from behind.

"Ahh!" he cries out in agony. He collapses to the ground but due to his skill he's trained to not pass out when first electrocuted. He defiantly is affected by it though. "What the? What are you doing?" he shouts outrageously, hoping to his feet yet stumbling slightly because of the pain he is blatantly in.

"What's it look like?" I taunt before going at him.

We battle for only a few moments, since I am better trained than him, and I agonizingly twist his arm behind his back, causing him to cry out in pain. I use my glove to electrify him again before chucking his unconscious body off to the side. Facing my friends, I notice how puzzled and defensive they look. Apparently they haven't caught on to who I am.

"Who are you?" Mako spats, his voice threatening.

"Wow, Mako. I thought for sure you'd recognize my voice," I reply in a teasing tone. I tear off my helmet to reveal myself, a grin spread across my face.

Their jaws drop and they gape at me in disbelieved joy. "Satori?" Korra gasps out.

"No. I just look remarkably like your sister," I say sarcastically as I get on my knees to start untying them. "Of course it's me, dumbo."

Korra and Mako proceed to ask several questions about what's happened to me the past week, why I'm here and dressed as a ch-blocker, and demand to know if I'm alright or not. Yet, the whole time I notice that Bolin has kept completely silent and just gazes at me as if I were an angel. When our eyes lock, he smiles gently, causing my heart to flutter.

Once they're untied and I can hear Amon giving his speech, I respond to their questions simply with, "I'll explain everything later. Right now, I've got some business to attend to."

"What?" they all ask in confusion, along with genuine concern.

"Just watch," I retort with a confident grin. After backing up a few steps, I dash forward, forcefully push off the edge of the concrete ground, and jump toward the ring. Fortunately I leaped far enough to be able to grip the side and proficiently swing myself onto the stage. Amon's booming voice stalls abruptly and, if he didn't have a mask on, I'm sure he'd be gawking.

"Satori? What are you doing?" he questions, blatantly astonished.

"Oh, what's wrong, Amon? Caught of guard because no one's ever fooled you before? Hey, there's a first time everything," I remark tauntingly before turning the microphone on that I had previously attached to my suit. "Hello, everyone. Remember that intro? Well that's because I used it in an announcement over the radio just one week ago. That announcement included me saying how terrific the Equalist revolution is—which was a total lie."

By this time Amon and his chi-blockers begin to come after me. I efficiently duck and dodge their every jab and attack while proceeding to speak. "All of you have a right to feel downgraded by benders and yes, I admit some are way to controlling over us non-benders but is doing all these violent, sadistic things really the only solution? We can come up with a compromise; a peaceful, successful one! What Amon's plotting is terribly wrong! I've been hidden in the shadows of benders my entire life but I still don't support his doings! So don't follow the Equalists. All they're doing is brewing up major issues that are entirely unneeded! I—"

I'm cut of by finally being hit straight on by a chi-blocker. I grunt and stumble backwards slightly but, fortunately, I'm able to dodge Amon when he goes to snatch onto me. "You're—" he begins furiously but I breathlessly interject him.

"What are you gonna do? Take me bending away? Hate to break it to ya but I'm just like you—a non-bender. There's nothing you can to me." Before they can do anything else to me, I flip backwards and dive into the pool of water below.

When I pop up from the surface, I'm welcomed by the sight of the first explosion setting off in the ceiling, Amon and the chi-blockers ascending up on ropes to where a large, Equalist air ship is floating above the arena, and Korra shooting up on top of a water tornado to chase after them. I let out a sharp gasp when the tornado fails to reach her destination of the roof but a sigh of relief follows it when Chief Bei Fong saves her by wrapping her up in a metal cord and swinging her up to the ceiling with her.

I leisurely swim back to where Bolin and Mako are. Hauling myself out of the water, I get to my feet and stroll over to them with a nervous smile. "Hey, guys," I greet as causally as possible. "What's up?"

"What's up? What's up? That's all you have to say after all that just happened?" Bolin exclaims in amazement, a grin stretched across his face. "You just completely dissed Amon without him even catching you! How did you become so... so..."

"Capable? Strong? Skilled?" I smirk egoistically. "Try spending a week with the Equalists and you'll understand how."

Okay. So I'm being rather arrogant at the moment. But let me have a moment to be since I've never be able to bathe in such flattering compliments about how awesome I am.

Especially from the man I love.

My cheerfulness subsides when I remember the events that occurred before I was kidnapped. But I try my best to push them aside and focus on what's truly important right now.

After the last words slip past my lips, Bolin frowns, his face visibly twisted in pain. "Speaking of that, are you okay? We've been so... so worried about you."

"Yeah," Mako adds, loping over to bring me into a hug. "You had us scared to death."

I willingly embrace him back, the friendly action warming my entire being, before withdrawing away to beam up at him. "I'm perfectly fine, actually. No harm done," I assure genuinely.

"Seriously? But it's the Equalists! They're—"

"I told you I'll explain later—like tomorrow or something. It's a long story and right now we have more important issues on hand."

Once Mako steps away, Bolin advances toward me, his arms expectantly stretched out and a grin prominently expanded across his face. No matter how awfully bad I want to accept his hug and curl into his warmth, the heartbreak gets the better of me. I backup away from him before he reaches me, and blatant confusion flashes in his eyes. But after he studies my resentful expression, he averts his eyes away in genuine guilt and sorrow.

Distracting the three of us, Korra's alarmed scream echoes against the walls. I hastily peer up to see her plummeting from the roof and toward the blown up stage. Thankfully, I don't have time to be hectic considering Lin, once again, uses her metal wires to save Korra. They both land on the left side of the audience section where Tenzin is located.

We hurriedly race our way toward them and right when I arrive, Korra's throwing herself into my arms. She clutches me immensely tight to her, and a cheerful chuckle blows past my lips as I wrap my arms around her torso, too.

"You're okay," she murmurs softly, aimlessly reassuring herself. "My baby sister's okay..."

I pull back slightly to smile at her. "Great, actually. Your baby sister's great," I correct optimistically.

"I-I thought I'd lost you to the Equalists! Do you have any idea how insane you drove everyone when you got kidnapped? And when you made that announcement?"

"I know." I frown. "I've worried about you guys, too."

We break away from each other when I catch Tenzin waiting patiently from the corner of my eye. "Tenzin!" I cheer, bounding over and swinging my arms around him. "Did ya miss me?"

"Of course, Satori," he says, clearly relieved to see me alive and well, while he pleasingly hugs me back. "We were all so concerned about you."

"There was no need to be, honestly."

"Satori." I glance over to Lin, who's eying me curiously. "What did happen this past week? From what I can tell, you've become an entirely different person."

I snort, waving her off. "Nah, I'm not different. Just learned how to be a chi-blocker, that's all," I respond.

"Wait. You can chi-block now?" Korra asks with wide eyes.

"Yeah..."

"But—"

"How about we all explain this tomorrow after everyone gets some sleep?" Tenzin suggests, placing a hand on my shoulder while looking morosely at the destroyed arena. "It's been a long, eventful day."

"Sounds good to me," I say.

Everyone strides forward and I'm about to follow until I notice that Bolin hadn't begun moving yet. His whole exterior informs me of how grief-stricken he is—which confuses me a lot. Sighing heavily, I gesture him forward, forcing a smile his way. "Coming, Bo?"

He glances up at me, his whole face brightening up. "Oh, yeah," he answers softly, joining me by my side. We venture forward together but I don't spark up a conversation. If anyone thinks I am just going to forget everything that happened before I got captured, then they're absolutely wrong. I'm not weak, dependent Satori anymore.

If Bolin wants my forgiveness, then he's gonna have to prove to me that he deserves it.