The constant pain in his chest quickly dulled, but only slightly. Amon tried to relaxed as the cool water gently knit his insides together. His mind was still buzzing as Korra sat silently. "Avatar... What are you doing? What-ARGH!" He cut off, losing his train of thought when a stab of pain shot though his body. "Amon!" Korra yelped, his chest convulsed in pain and she quickly withdrew her hands from him. He grasped his chest, refusing to acknowledge her.

"Amon, I can help you, please, just let me heal you. It'll be fine. I promise." Korra tried, not wanting anyone to hear a yelp of pain from the man. Amon stiffened at the words. "Avatar, I am injured, not helpless, I am not a weakling whom need babying, and I refuse to accept any help through if it involves bending. It goes completely against what I stand for!" He said with conviction, he hated being under her control, but all he could do on his own without harming himself was wiggle a toe.

"Look, I know more than anyone that you are plenty dangerous. I don't give a shit wether or not you accept my healing. I don't care if it goes against what you stand for! The moment I'm done it won't matter what you stand for! You'll be behind bars where you belong! So why don't you just give up now and deal with the fact that you lost!"

Korra yelled, she wasn't in the mood to argue, she tried to maintain a burning hate for the man, but it was difficult after what she had seen. Amon glared at the girl, resisting his urge to attack her, it was proving a large feat, but the most he did was clench his fist tightly. "Look Amon, I'm not sorry for saving your goddamn life. Would you really rather I left you there to die with Tarrlok? Is that really what you want? I could, If you want. I could burn you alive, or drown you, or maybe even crush you. I'd that what you want? Do you hate bending so much that you would rather being murdered than healed by bending?" Korra snapped.

Amon continued to glare at her, a feeling of hate etched on his face. "Avatar I have no intention in dying, I have a revolution to lead and people to liberate. If you are intent on healing me do it right. Without using that horrid ability."

Korra groaned loudly, extremely tired of the same old 'Bending is evil. Bending is impure' schtick. "Look can you not bitch and moan right now? I'm not in the mood, I'm not killing anybody and I'm not putting up with you and your bullshit for anymore than a month." Korra felt confident that she had control over the situation, so almost all fear for the man had dissipated.

Though she knew that he would soon be dangerous again and that she had to think of something to neutralize him when that time came. Amon glared but decided against testing her further. He looked down at his bare stomach, now covered in bloody gauze. 'How pathetic...' Even through the small holes in the sack Korra could see his eyes. They were downcast, and empty.

Korra softened "Amon..." She whispered, reaching forward to place her hand on his shoulder. "It's...it isn't your fault. Tarrlok, he's ... he's crazy ... what he did is wrong." Korra whispered, searching his face for any trace of improvement.

Amon turned his head to face her, his eyes burning with a hard gaze. "Avatar, it does not matter who's fault it was. I took it upon myself to protect and lead these people to a better life, and now three of them lie dead in a dark alley, forgotten." Korra winced at the bite behind his words.

"Amon, I don't know what I can do to change that, but all the people dying could stop if you would just stop! Nobody would be in danger if the revolution didn't exist!" Korra tried uselessly.

Amon glared at her furiously. "Avatar the revolution is what it is because things exactly like this happens to so many, perhaps not including something illegal like bloodbending, but that isn't exactly the point now is it?" Amon spat, and he quickly caught onto something she had said a few moments ago. "How is it you know? Were you working with Tarrlok? Did you see it happen? Do you hate the equalists so much you would let people be killed?!" Amon roared. 'I knew the Avatar favored benders, but this...this is just sick!'

Korra was taken aback by the accusement. "No! I would never assist or allow anyone to be killed! I... Aang came to me ...and he showed me. I saw it all ...but I couldn't have helped because it already happened." Korra stepped closer and put her other hand on his chest. Amon's breathing slowed and he relaxed slightly, her warm hands on his chest dulling the pain slightly. He sighed, knowing the battle was lost. He laid back on the bed slowly, to allow her to continue her work.

"Why did you choose to save my life Avatar? Wouldn't death have been a fitting punishment?" Amon asked quietly, his words sounding sleepy and relaxed. Korra looked up from her work, in truth, she didn't really know why. She thought for a few moments, attempting to push away feelings of sympathy, back to when she rescued him.

"I saved you...because no matter what you do, you care about the non-benders. So you aren't a bad person, you just do bad things...and no matter what, good people don't deserve to die." Korra admitted after a few moments.

Amon could do nothing but nod quietly, he closed his eyes, the will to resist the water dying quickly. "Avatar...it seems, that I was mistaken about you..." Amon whispered tiredly, slowly lulling into a peaceful slumber.

Korra stared at the man in wonder, she felt a weight in her chest that tugged at her heart. "Maybe I was wrong about you too Amon..." She whispered, staring at his unconscious form.

She resisted the urge to reach out to him, to brush against his hand. She knew he was human, and she wanted to help, but deep down, she knew that he was still the same monster that hurt so many.

Even still, seeing this...monster sleep so peacefully. It was hard to hate him...

So sorry it took so long! :3 I'll update sooner from here on, or at least post drabbles or oneshots and such. Tell me what you think please, I'm always looking for improvement and such :D