-Organization: ONI-

Korra did not want to sleep in the room that she had been led to. A nice dormitory with a single bed and a window to District Four. A standard room. No, Korra wanted to sleep with her polar bear dog, with whom she had just been reunited.

On her way from her designated room through the hallways and to the shed near the courtyard where Naga was staying, Korra passed the room in which Asami was staying. She stopped in front of it, hesitant, unsure whether to knock and see her…well, friend, or just continue to leave her alone, ignore her, and press on with the mission.

It was true. If Korra did not tell any of her friends, her loved ones, of the rather unfortunate end that Korra would come to if she was successful in stopping Daya, the whole ordeal was just a lot easier for her to go through. Asami, Mako, Bolin…Korra couldn't bear to see their faces if she told them what would happen to her.

If I can just get this done without you guys knowing…

On top of stopping an unstoppable force, Korra didn't think she could also handle their grief. As awful as it sounded to her, there was no time for them to prepare for Korra's death. There was no point in telling them. They'd get over it afterward, and if she distanced herself away from them now, then it would be easier. If they didn't know what was going to happen, they wouldn't hold back from fighting against Daya with her. They wouldn't have second thoughts. They could overcome their grief after they were safe, after Korra was gone already, when they were in the new world.

But still. Distancing yourself from your only loved ones was not easy for anyone, which was why Korra stood indecisive in front of Asami's door, turning over in her head the choice of whether or not to tell Asami of her fate. Did she owe it to her, at least as a friend, to inform her that once this was over, Korra wouldn't come back? Did she even want to tell her, or was she here for a different reason?

Yeah, that reason…

Korra shook her head and started to walk away, but found great difficulty in doing so. An inner struggle. She was not even sure what led her here. Was this room even on her way? She wanted something from her. Korra knew she was in no mood or in any way prepared to tell her good friend that she was going to die. Korra just wanted comfort, a hug, to see a smile and to smile herself, and she wanted the source to be someone who could listen to her, understand her. Somehow the combination of all those wants led her to this door.

But those were not the only factors that brought her here. There was something else. The feeling she so recognized as tangible cosmic energy. The feeling she had in the car, that some source of Clasma was with them. Had followed them from Republic City like one of Graft's rats.

Korra knocked. Asami quickly answered. At the sight of each other, neither spoke as their minds tried to process the large flow of thoughts and questions as well as emotions that were dispersed throughout Asami's and Korra's bodies.

Did something happen?
You look beautiful.
Do you want to tell me something?
It is so great just to see you again, like this.
Is something wrong?
What is this warm feeling inside me?
Do you feel okay?
I only feel this way around you. When I see you, even if it has only been a minute.
Do you feel anything?
I like this.
Do you feel anything for me?

Yes…I do.

"Hi," Korra said.

"Korra," Asami said, slightly confused, the more interesting questions now popping into her head after Korra's lighthearted greeting. "Hi," Asami smiled.

"I'm just going to see Naga. It's been a while and I wanted to spend some time with her. I was just wondering how you were holding up?"

"Good," Asami said. "I'm glad you stopped by. I've been…worried about you. A little. We all have, but me particularly I think."

Korra looked sad. She knew what they were talking about. She started to look away. Asami put her hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, don't be sad. It's not your fault. We don't have your responsibility on our shoulders. We understand that it's tough, that we won't really quite know what you have to deal with in all this. But I just want to make sure you are okay, too. I should have been the one to come and see you," Asami said.

"What do you think the world will be like if we win this?"

"Very different. We'll be pioneers for a new system. A new race of people. A new era." Asami put her hand around her forearm.

It sounded like Graft-speak to Korra for a second. A new era. A new era to create a civilization as humans, free from the helping hand of the Spirit World.

"If we are going to bring about that world," Korra said, "We'll need help. I just knew, when I heard the machines walking through the fields, that this was the answer. That these were the people that would help us. These were the people who would stand up against the Spirits, who would fight for their survival and easily dismiss the loss of bending as a real cost. The right people to run the next world. We need their help. I have to find some way to bring this all up to them, though. I'll learn a little more tomorrow about this whole organization, but somehow, I just know it is right. I just know we've found it."

"If you feel this strongly about it, Korra, then that is great to hear," Asami said. She assumed Korra speaking her mind and hearing agreement was lifting her spirits, bringing back the old Korra. Was that what Asami wanted? Something developed between her and the "old" Korra, the one who was not dealing with the human race's destruction.

Korra didn't really know what to say next. She just wanted to be close to Asami, but she had nothing else to tell her. All she wanted was that feeling generated from being close to her body. It made her feel welcome. It made her feel safe.

It made her feel at home.

Don't get used to it. Not only did Korra want to avoid telling her friends her fate so that she would have to deal with their grief, but additionally, she didn't want to develop second thoughts of her own. She didn't want to back away from what she had to do because of the fear of being taken away from the warmth of Asami…

Why are you thinking this way?, Korra thought. She suddenly noticed the way Asami was holding her left arm.

"Korra?" Asami said. "I know you've been dealing with a lot, but still, you have been acting differently. You have to remember that no matter what, no matter how hard things get for you, you always have us. You always have…me."

Korra felt her hands trembling. Butterflies in her stomach sending shockwaves through her arms. Her inner voice yelling at her, Do you see any of this kind of love existing in this organization? Anywhere around you in this world at all?

No, Korra thought back, but why does that make it unnatural…

She continued to eye the way Asami was holding her forearm. The butterflies in her stomach were mixed with something else. That same feeling from before, which helped draw her here. A faint feeling of Clasma. Nearby. A trace of it still existing within Asami? It was the same feeling that she had in the car, at the campsite, but it was just her and Asami here. No one else around. Korra didn't know what to do about it.

"Thank you, Asami," Korra turned and started to go. Asami looked slightly sad, and this made Korra upset as well. She didn't want to push her away. No matter what she was feeling. Korra hugged her tightly, "I mean it. Thank you for everything, Asami. I don't think I could really do any of this without you. Ever since that day you rescued me…this all started, our resistance, our fight for freedom. It's good to know…that you will always be around. I want you to know how much I care about you, and that I would never forget you, no matter what. However I may act, just know that. Please, just know that I haven't stopped caring about you."

Korra slept on the gargantuan pillow that was Naga that night. It was like the polar bear dog was never satisfied with how close it was to Korra. She was constantly nudging to get closer to her loving owner.

"I wish it didn't have to be like this, girl," Korra said quietly, drifting off into her much needed sleep. "I wish I wasn't the one doing this to her. Why must we all be the ones who have to save this world when we are the misery of the planet?"

In her ranting and questioning to the unresponsive and sleeping Naga, Korra fell into the dream-like state between awake and asleep, and began to hear the sounds and voices contained within the cosmic energy around her. She expected Solomon's face to appear in her dreams, but it did not. Instead, the radiant green eyes of Daya was all she saw. Korra's hands felt hot, a searing pain shot through her. She felt as though Daya was right next to her, holding her hand with CHAOS's fiery paws. The monster materialized around her. Korra's heart began racing, feeling for sure the monster was right outside of this shed. So sure that it would be right next to her if she was able to turn her head. She began to sweat with fear. But suddenly, the vision of Daya, of ChAOS, became blurred, and all Korra saw was a calming, green color. A powerful voice spoke, the energy from the voice moving the color that Korra saw. His voice was so close to her as if she could touch his hand. The voice so familiar, speaking with such raw power and truth:

You are. You are all the misery of the planet. You have each experienced the darkest entities of this planet. You have each lost something dear to you to the evil of this world. You have been tasked with duties which will cost you your own life in order to preserve the life of the entire race. Yes, together, you have lived the darkest of lives, experienced the worst of horrors because of the very things which exist in this world, and yet you continue to fight. You continue to strive to save it. You would give your own life so that the world will survive. And that is why it must be you who will lead this world into the next era. You have seen it at its worst, but even the darkest of forces did not stop you from reaching for the light.

It felt like minutes, but it was hours later when Korra was awoken by the nieces of the deceased man whose voice had just spoken to her through the air.

"Korra!" they yelled in unison.

Korra jolted awake and smiled at the sight of her young cousins who she missed seeing.

"You've found us you've found us!" They said, smiling with utmost joy, no regret or sorrow detectable in their voices over the loss of their father.

"It's great to see you again. I'm glad…that I got to. I am sorry to hear about your father," Korra bit her tongue, hoping she didn't bring the painful truth to their minds.

The girls smiled, solemnly.

"Father, he told us the way things had to be, long before they happened," Ahna said. "He is free of his physical form now, at peace from his troubles," Akna finished.

The girls handled death so well. So prepared. So understanding of the tragedy that this world has to bring. No amount of darkness or evil kept them from living in the light.

"Korra," a voice said, coming through the shed. "Shall we begin our day?"

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Team Avatar was led through the twisting and turning corridors and catwalks that lined the perimeters of the factories, office buildings, restaurants, meeting places…all the important kinds of locations within Misty Grove. Susumu acted as her spokesman and guide. They would meet with a representative for each place they went: a rep for the engineering, the management, the commerce, the liberal arts, the military…

"The military?" O-Ren exclaimed. They walked through several training camps for upcoming soldiers, shooting ranges with people practicing and testing out new weapons, tents where sentinels and scouts were being assigned their tasks for the day. "Where did they come from? How do you have so many?"

"Ex-United Forces soldiers," said General Hou, the representative for the military sector. "Police men as well. All who abandoned the forces when Qu took over. They no longer believed what he stood for. We have taught them to survive and fight without their bending. We accept any new citizens willing to fight for what they believe in as well, which have been a lot."

"So how many does Qu have left working for him?" Lin asked.

"Not many, although it may seem like he does. They are all just compacted in one place, that is why it is so easy to get around. Many have gone AWOL and we took them in. Most have done it because they are loyal to their generals who have abandoned Qu as well."

Korra was dying to ask. "General Iroh?"

"Oh yes," Hou said. "General Iroh was one of our earlier members. He was deeply disturbed to discover the events that Graft was conducting within the forces with Colonel Milan, now Qu. One of our best strategists and leaders, Iroh has been invaluable."

"Where is he?"

"He is with a cavalry near the ruins of Republic City guarding against any remaining threats. Come." They walked through the shooting ranges. "They are testing some new guns, enhanced with mechanisms to make the bullets stronger, faster, heated bullet for better penetration, and the gun runs more efficiently than ever before."

"Those look like the guns that Graft made. We stole a few and tried to use them but they kept breaking," Asami said.

"Ah, doesn't surprise me," Hou said as he, Susumu and Team Avatar walked into a large building and up some stairs so that they were on a catwalk above a large floor with engineers and soldiers testing weapons, vehicles, and small aircrafts, "This is our asymmetrical operations department. This is where our engineers design, test and distribute all of our weapons and army vehicles and airships to our soldiers." They walked up another flight of stairs and found themselves in a laboratory. People in white coats scurried through hallways and into rooms behind bulletproof glass. Engineers gathered around tables in these rooms and argued over design documents, surrounded by disassembled guns, tools, microscopes, other lab equipment. Designing a more powerful, efficient gun. A longer lasting tire. Fuel-efficient engine designs.

Korra looked through one of the windows and saw a woman holding up a gun which looked identical to the one Asami had used.

"Many of these folk were actually workers for Graft," Susumu said. "That may be why you recognize their weapon designs. Qu still uses them."

"Graft!?" Korra exclaimed.

"Yes, actually a misconception many have had," Hou said. "Graft rose to power and gained trust from many in the United Forces because of his new technology that he took responsibility for. Well, actually, he had a team of designers who were the ones that did all of the work. That designed his extremely powerful guns, his indestructible vehicles. Graft really had no part in it himself, he just promised them a new world, a utopia that they would be rewarded with if they complied. He was a very convincing man I will give him that. No, the only things Graft really churned out was his rendered Clasma, and we all know what happened with that. Graft really had no touch of genius that found its way into these designs, these people were the true minds, and they began to realize the immoral institution that they were working for, so they left, desperate for a new, just cause to contribute their abilities and knowledge toward. They found ONI."

"Now Qu continues to try to and improve on their designs that they left over after they all came to us," Susumu said. "Qu has his "designers" working to sustain and improve their weapons and vehicles. But all the people who actually know the theory, know the designs, actually know what they are doing are all here, with us. Qu's men don't know jack shit, so what they produce is shit as well. I've seen their products. Airships with randomly placed propellers. More engines. Poorly laid metal shield exterior. Trying to make the gun enhancement mechanisms more efficient when they open it up and realize they don't know the first thing about anything. Because we are the ones that do. Qu's men spend their lives focusing on their bending as a means of advancement and knowledge while any trace of scientific knowledge evades them completely. "

"Yes," Hou agreed. "Any smart designers have long since left him for us. Anyone that smart realizes the stupidity with which Qu runs his regime. Realizes how quickly it will go into the ground where everyone is fighting for their food and survival like an anarchistic society. Everywhere he goes he finds technology and systems that the knowledgeable people constructed. Qu has not the slightest clue how they work. Not a single mind working for him is capable of working with those complex machines. They know what a propeller is, so they think more must be better. Efficiency bypasses them. Never stop to realize that they need to develop military vehicles which can withstand the strength of their own guns, too. Our people actually know what they are doing."

"Anyone can learn, can discover the beauty behind the theory which goes into these designs," Susumu said. "Even Qu, but how can he, when everyone who can teach him is here, and he is too stubborn to admit defeat?" Susumu laughed.

The Team was led out of the military sector. Susumu spoke. "It's really our form of nonviolent warfare. Qu's society needs to go down. We have the power to bring it down, easily, but why bother? Why kill when we can easily just absorb the elements that would make his regime even the slightest bit powerful? Just take out those people who are capable and willing of advancing society, so that Qu will not have those sources necessary to survive. He is going to look one day, and see that he has nothing before him but those few who have forsaken their humanity for their bending. If you don't believe in our nonviolent ways, if you have conflict with our view of the human, then consider this fact: many of our founders, the architects of this organization, were and are still members of the White Lotus: the ancient order which sought the truth in our existence. Yes, even an order as old and as close to the essence of life as they are working for a new civilization under the philosophy of ONI."

The rest of the day included visits to various other departments and industries. Many members of the group left the tour when they came across the area of expertise which interested them. Asami split off at the factory producing private vehicles, the new Satomobiles that she had designed long ago now a tangible object. She found many of her former employees and was soon lost in a discussion about the future of the private vehicle industry, as if she had never left.

Mako split off when he met an older Water Tribe woman, Suka, who was lead designer at the city's power plant. She agreed to show him the ways in which energy was being produced and stored without the use of lightning from fire benders.

Tenzin left to find his daughter in the water treatment plant, while Lin, Bolin, Sydney, and O-Ren returned to the military and police camps, Lin returning to many of her former metal benders who had lost their bending as a hero. Susumu had planned this. He was happy to see the great minds of Team Avatar finding a place within the organization.

Susumu continued to lead the only follower he had left, Korra. Without words, they boarded a train that seemed like it was waiting for just them. Korra noticed that she was the only one who remained, but Susumu was so intent on bringing her to the next place.

"It's good to see your friends finding a niche here. It's also good to see that you are the only one left on this little tour of mine. There is someone you must meet. Only you, for I just know that you will have some effect on her. You will evoke the truth from her and perhaps we can learn what is really going on."

The train sped across a vast meadow. In the distance Korra saw District Four, and the highway that they had driven on just the day before. "Where are we going?"

"Do you remember seeing that prison yesterday? The one you must speak with is there. She has spoken of things, terrible things, but they are all so encrypted and we do not understand what they mean. However, she has called out your name, Oni, saying you were the savior. Saying that you were the one to truly set us free. I didn't know why, or what, but we named ourselves after you, for reasons that she can explain better than I could. Maybe if you spoke with her, you would be able to relay to us what she is trying to preach."

"Why is she locked up?" Korra asked. The train came to a halt.

"She is very unstable. We treat her well, but her state has caused her to lash out against our guards and citizens, though she claims she has no control."
They walked off the train. In the building, Korra was patted down and led through a security station before gaining access as a visitor to the prison.

"Those who come here and fail to follow the rules are put in here," Susumu said as they walked through the concourse of the prison to the special cases ward.

"We don't just throw anyone in here. Those who do not believe our beliefs, we respect just the same. It is those who act on those beliefs, because really, it is not something unique to us. You follow your goals, you reach your human potential, but along the way, you make sure that what you do does not breach the rights of others. We have people here, conductors of unethical experiments, corrupt business owners, biased judiciary officials. People who have used their bending for means of extortion and to instill fear, to manipulate, to rob, to kill. These are not people who belong in any society. Any human society. We do our best to find them, for they not only halt human civilization advancement, but they bring it closer to death."

The special cases ward. Susumu led Korra to a metal door. The words 'Case 0' printed above it.

"Here is where my tour ends for you, Korra. Here is where I stop talking, and I let you see for yourself what we cannot."

The door was opened to a large room. White tiles across the walls, vibrant, blinding to look at, reflecting the light. Korra's steps echoed around the room, as if she was wearing heels with each step. The echo lasted several seconds. At the center of the room, there was a small table, and a girl with long, messy hair sat on the other side. A guard followed Korra in, but she put her hand up.

"It's okay," Korra said. "Leave us." The guard complied. The young girl looked up at the sound of Korra's voice. She could not have been older than Korra. Her green eyes burned into Korra's mind, reminding her of the very Spirit that was out there, preparing to end all life. The young girl smiled, her nearly rotten teeth visible.

"Oni."

"Hello, Animal."

Animal acquiesced and looked down. "I haven't been called that name in a while."

"You are okay, then? You found your way here, out of Republic City."

Animal slowly looked up and around. "That would appear to be true."

"How did you escape?"

"I left. I walked out of the city. I could feel something was going to happen, you see. I still carry the Clasma that Graft put into me. I don't think he had foreseen the anomaly that would be created."

"What anomaly?"

"Graft gave me the Clasma of an ancient animal. I can't quite remember what it was, you'll have to forgive me on that one." Animal picked up a cup on the table with something hot in it. She sipped it slowly. "Still hot. Hm, it's too bad you don't know water bending anymore."

"An ancient animal, you said?" Korra yelled, trying to keep her on track. She felt rushed.

"Yes, an ancient animal very attached to this earth. Very close to it. A part of the planet almost. So ancient that it could feel the state of the planet, the life within it, the disturbances forthcoming. So as a result, so can I. I felt the beast coming. Not wanting to die, I fled, with a message, to give to someone, that this planet's time has come, and only Oni can save it from its destruction. The humans could only do so much, but Oni would ultimately be the savior."

"They seemed to misinterpret that. Do they even know about CHAOS?"

"They don't understand, you are right. They think I am a messenger of their philosophy. Some kind of entity. ONI, the organization here, thinks that what I was referring to was the remnants of Graft's regime run by Qu. In their eyes, they are saving the world, and to an extent, this is true, but it is still obvious to them that something is still not right. They had trouble believing me, my pleas that they were in danger of the monster from the Spirit World."

"You can feel the monster?"

"Yes. In my dreams. They've felt so real. I could feel it coming. I could see her face, the Spirit directing this whole play. This massacre," Animal analyzed Korra's face. "You've felt it, too. I know you have, it just wouldn't seem right if you didn't."

"What if I have?"

"Then it is close, and don't take that lightly. If you can feel it, if you can see it in your dreams, Korra…it would be wise not to ignore it. It means it is near."

"Why did they lock you up here?"

"I attacked a guard and almost tore his face off," Animal said, with no uneasiness in her voice. Such smooth language like she was telling Korra nothing more interesting than what she did that morning for breakfast. "The Clasma of an animal doesn't belong in a human like myself. Instinct kicks in when I get frustrated and people don't understand what I am trying to tell them."

"What about the name? Why do they call themselves ONI?"

"Because you have redefined it."

"How?"

Animal stood and stretched her short arms. She walked to the wall which had a bright light on it. It looked like a window to the outside. "Because of what you fight for, Korra. You are the embodiment of a Spirit. You are a God incarnated. You were placed here, long ago, with the name Oni, to guide the humans and maintain the balance between human world and spirit world. But that name came with another purpose. You were the tool of the Spirits, the ambassador of the Spirit World in this world. When the time came, you would be the one to lead the human race to its end when the Spirits deemed it to be necessary. You would be the one to kill everyone. A spirit incarnated to look like a human, sent to the physical world, who would one day be the one to lead the army that would steal everyone's soul, ending all human life. A demon to the humans. A cleanser for the Spirits."

Animal continued, "You are Oni. You are this entity. But when forced to carry out your purpose, your destiny, you refused to comply. You saw the immorality in what the Spirits were making you do. You saw the value in human life. You were changed by it, integrated into the race and would fight, even die, for it. As a god incarnated, you are the only one who can stop the Spirit leading this attack on mankind. The fate of humankind is more important to you than your own purpose for them. You have stepped down from your divine throne and have joined the humans, as a human. You fight for us. Your defiance to be their Oni has led you here, to be our savior, our last savior, for once this is over, the humans can be free to continue without the intervention of the Spirits. Without the fear of its demons. Without the fear of the divine power taking their lives in one swipe. You have redefined your own purpose, and if you, the embodiment of the very thing that is now seeking to destroy us, has been changed by us, has been changed to the degree that you fight to preserve us, then you are no longer their Oni. You are no longer the demon to the humans as you were created to be. You are our cleanser. You are the demon to the Spirit, the one who will halt their mission. The one who will save humanity. A new definition of your purpose. A new definition of Oni. As the old Oni that you were created to be was to end the human existence, you seek to set them free. You seek to end the existence of the Spirits. You are our Oni." Animal turned around. Korra rose.

"The humans deserve freedom, but not at the cost of the Spirits' existence."

"Perhaps, but can they exist in our world? Is it necessary? Can it work? Should the Spirits, who posses the powers of a God, coexist in a world with humans? Or should the two be separate?"

"No, the two should be separate, but in order to do that I would have to suppress a very powerful Spirit. I cannot kill her while she hates the human race so. If there is anything I must do before I leave, I must establish the ultimate balance between the human world and the Spirit World. A separation between the two, but a balance, a peace, between them as well."

"Is there any other way to stop this without complete suppression, Korra?"

"You said it yourself. A god incarnated, created by the Spirits and sent to earth to be their destroyer if they failed, was changed simply by the values upheld by the humans. By their human potential. Their power. Their freedom. Their love." Korra's hands were trembling. Animal grabbed them. She smiled calmly as Korra became more anxious.

"It is your own path from here, Korra. You have many who will help you here, but in the end it will be you that will have to choose what to do in order to save us. Your last duty as our savior, our god, to free us once and for all from the entities which we cannot fight ourselves as humans. Because we should not have to."

Korra looked into Animal's green eyes. She was quite beautiful actually, especially her eyes. Korra wished she knew what she had looked like before she was captured by Graft. Her eyes seemed to bring Korra into a different world. She could see the Clasma, feel it, flowing through Animal. The Clasma brought Korra to an island. Populated with trees, inhabited by animals. An island, floating, moving through the seas. Alive. Swimming. A creature as big as an island, as old as the planet, within this girl.

"Korra," Animal said, smiling. "I've told you all I know. Your decisions from here forward can only be made by you. I want to ask you for something now. You can feel it. You can feel the beast within me? The one whose life experiences, whose knowledge and identity have become mine and in place of the memories I have developed throughout my former life, the ones which made me who I used to be. They have not returned, but I like to believe that I have slowly become my old self again, over the years. I've come a long way, but I will always carry the burden of this Clasma. It will always keep me from knowing who I am. I want your help, Korra. I want to remember who I was. I want to become my old self again."

"You have the knowledge of the whole planet. Its history…"

"It does not belong to me. I cannot handle it. I would rather be free of it. You know what is important. That you know it, I have no more purpose to keep it. Please, Korra. Please set me free."

The Clasma ran through her veins like irregular current through wires. The process was simple. Korra moved past the enormous beast within Animal, a powerful beast that she could not fully comprehend. Hiding, deep in the dark corners, Korra found a young, shy, beautiful girl.

Animal opened her eyes. Reborn, looking at the world for the first time, it felt. The first person she would see was before her. Korra.

"My name…" she uttered softly. Korra stood frozen, unsure what to do. Animal was no longer the confident, possessed host for the soul of an ancient animal. She was just a scared girl, but to Korra, she was brave, courageous. A girl who had seen the world's evil, yet continued to reach for the light.

"Can you tell me your name?" Korra said.

"Wu."

"It's…an honor to meet you, Wu. No matter what happens, I want you to know, I will never forget what you have done for this world."

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Korra stood in Susumu's office. The air was heavy.

"So that is it, then," Susumu said.

"I've come a long way, sir. We all have. What I have told you is nothing but truth. Qu is but a pawn in all this. To completely free the human race…" Korra did not have to say anymore. Susumu understood the stakes.

"This is so…difficult to believe."

"I would not let that worry you," Korra said. "There is something we must do first. Something I will not let go undone. The first thing we have to do is free the people of Metro. All of them. As soon as possible."

"Why is that? Why all of them?"

"They are all in grave danger. Prepare to dismiss any doubts that you have, Susumu. CHAOS is coming for them."