AN: Thanks for the reviews and stuff, guys! I'm loving that someone is interested in this! This chapter's a little shorter than the last one, but I hope it's not too bad.

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Even though Amon is no longer thrashing around, Korra can see the damage he's already done to himself and his surroundings. Fresh blood leaks through otherwise clean bandages. His chest heaves in panic and his eyes dart around in confusion, but he's too tired to move otherwise. None of the healers are willing to calm him down before he hurts himself any more.

Instead, Korra is ultimately the one to step forward to his bedside. "Amon?" she tries cautiously. He doesn't respond to his name, but his breathing manages to pick up even more than before. His fingers rake across the bed sheets, scrambling to get away. More blood seeps through the bandages, and Korra fights to stay calm as she grabs his wrists gently but firmly to keep him somewhat still. "Quit it, asshole, we're trying to help." Her reassurance only manages to freak him out even more, so Korra flat out slaps him. "Noatak!"

He finally stills, staring at Korra through wide eyes. His brow furrows in confusion as he searches her face curiously. His mouth begins to open and close, and a low mix of a whine and a moan escapes his lips. Amon is trying to speak.

"Avatar Korra," one of the healers attempts to intervene at last, "I don't think—"

Korra shushes him and leans closer to Amon. "What is it, Noatak?" she asks, her voice gentler than she intended. She uses his given name because it seems to calm him down. "What are you trying to say?" She glances up a bit. "Are you looking for Tarrlok? Your brother's fine. He's right over there." Korra nods in the direction of Tarrlok's bed. "See? He's getting better. You're both safe. You're gonna be fine."

Amon's head falls to the side as he looks at Tarrlok's sleeping form. His mouth struggles to form words again, but this time the sound is coherent. "…Tarrlok?" The word is followed by a massive bout of coughing. Korra jerks back when she sees drops of scarlet on the white pillow and sheets.

Korra backs away. "I—I should be going…" she stammers, stumbling a bit over a piece of broken glass. It cuts her left foot, and she hisses in pain.

Before she can get too far away, Amon's hand flies up and grips her shoulder. Even as frail as he is, his grip is too tight to fight from and Korra is surprised and almost scared at how suspicious and downright murderous his gaze is. Their eyes meet, and he tries to speak again. "How… do you know… my name?" There are heavy pauses between his words, and the moment they've been said Amon starts hacking again. Before she can respond, Korra is ushered from the bedside and out the room. The door is slammed in her face before she can protest.

It doesn't matter. Korra's too stunned and confused to respond. Instead, she turns and continues her walk to the dining room.

"Korra, your foot!" Pema exclaims as Korra enters the dining room. "What happened?"

"What?" Korra asks dumbly, not really paying attention. She lifts her left foot and inspects it. "Oh, that. Amon woke up this morning and had a bit of a panic attack. I had to calm him down and must've cut my foot on some of the broken glass."

"Amon's awake?" Tenzin enquires from his place at the table.

Korra shrugs. "Yeah. At least, he was when I walked by. Don't know if he still is." She sits down at her own seat, allowing Pema to clean and wrap her foot while muttering something about teenagers. "He was acting weird," Korra continues. "And not his usual weird. Different."

"Did he try to harm you?"

Korra shakes her head. "No. He's just… different."

"He has been asleep for six weeks," Pema reminds them. "He's bound to be a little off." Korra winces a bit as Pema pulls a piece of glass from her foot. "Sorry, dear."

"It's okay," Korra tells her. "He didn't even respond to his own name," she continues. "I had to call him Noatak to get any kind of positive reaction from him."

"Is that so?" Tenzin seems to be drifting off, paying less and less attention to the conversation. Korra can tell he's thinking.

Pema finishes the bandages on Korra's foot. "Could you help me set the table, please, Korra?" she asks.

Korra stands, favoring her injured foot slightly. "I think I can manage." She limps off after Pema and follows her into the kitchen.

By the time they return, Jinora and Ikki have both appeared and taken their respective seats at the table. Meelo is nowhere to be seen. Jinora stands when her mother and Korra appear in the doorway, taking the dishes from Pema and carrying them to the table. Pema thanks her daughter and turns back into the kitchen to bring out more food. Korra puts her plates on the table and sits again. "Hey, where's Meelo?" she asks Ikki.

"I dunno," Ikki rattles. "We were playing hide-and-seek together and I was it when Jinora came to get us for breakfast so I came here right away but I didn't find him."

Korra snorts in laughter. "You lost your brother?" Ikki laughs with her, loud and energetic. Jinora glances at them and rolls her eyes, but Korra can see she's trying to hold back a smile.

"Ikki," Jinora says after the two girls calm down, "you should go find Meelo. He'll stay hidden all day if no one comes looking for him, and you know that if he misses breakfast he's going to throw a fit."

Ikki sulks at the order. "Fine," she concedes, crossing her arms stubbornly. "If anyone touches my breakfast I will bite their hands for it." She spins over-dramatically and flaunts out the door. Before she is even gone, Jinora reaches over and grabs a roll from Ikki's plate and sneaks it onto her own. When Korra raises an eyebrow at her, she simply puts one finger to her lips. Korra snickers and nods, saying nothing. Pema returns with the remaining dishes, and Jinora and Korra stand to help her set them on the table. Somewhere in another part of the temple, Korra can hear Ikki screaming Meelo! Time for breakfast! Get your lazy butt out here or we're eating your food! Korra can't help but smirk.

For a moment, the four of them simply sit there in silence, listening to Ikki's calls get more and more annoyed. When they stop, Korra wonders if Ikki just got to a place in the temple too far away for them to hear, before she can hear the echo of rapid footfalls in the hallway. Ikki is the first to arrive, followed closely by Meelo. The five-year-old is shouting something about Ikki forgetting him and how everyone should wait for him because he's oh so important. Korra actually tries to hold back a smile at the last one. It doesn't work.

When everyone is seated, Tenzin remains silent. Korra stares at him—usually Tenzin will start prayer once everyone is seated and quiet, but today he seems a little distracted. His eyes are unfocused, and he's staring out into space. "Tenzin?" Pema tries gently, reaching over with one hand to touch her husband's arm. Tenzin blinks once, twice, three times before he meets Pema's eyes. "It's time for prayer, dear."

"Yes… of course." Although he still seems distracted, Tenzin takes Pema's hand in his own, then reaches out his other hand to Korra, who takes it and offers hers in turn to Jinora. As they all join hands, Tenzin begins their prayer.

When the prayer is done and everyone is eating, Jinora is the first to break the silence. "So, Korra, how long has our guest been awake?"

"Hmm?" Korra mumbles through a mouthful of food. She swallows thickly and almost painfully. "Don't know. I just noticed this morning, but—"

"Amon's awake?" Ikki gasps. "Oh my gosh! How are we gonna make him pay for what he's done? Is he gonna go to prison, daddy? I think he should go to prison. I think he should go to prison for a long, long, long, long, long—"

"He should be begging us not to throw him in a cell and leave him to rot!" Meelo interjects too loudly.

"Meelo!" Pema scolds sharply.

"It's not up to us to decide his punishment," Tenzin counters calmly. "That's up to the police to decide."

Ikki sniffs in contempt and crosses her arms, sulking. "That's not fair. He hurt lots of people, he deserves to be in jail."

"We don't decide who deserves to be in jail, Ikki," Tenzin repeats.

"What do you think, Korra?" Ikki asks, turning to the Avatar.

Korra doesn't hesitate. "I think he should get what's coming to him. No more, no less." Of course, she wouldn't complain if he got more, but under Tenzin's stare, Korra doesn't feel obliged to say it out loud. The six of them go back to their meals, the discussion over and no one wishing to continue it. Korra can tell Ikki still isn't happy with any of it. The rest of their meal is eaten in silence.

At least, what Korra sees of it. Not long after the discussion ends, a voice sounds from the door. "Avatar Korra?"

Korra glances up from the roll she's eating. "Lo? We're kind of eating right now."

Lo ducks her head slightly, looking guilty. "Your presence has been requested."

No one at the table moves. Everyone knows exactly who called for her. "Oh," Korra responds, slightly dumbstruck. "Well… tell him I'll be right there?" The sentence sounds more like a question than a statement. Lo nods and quickly departs from the room, leaving Korra to gather a couple more rolls and her glass of water before she follows the healer.

Amon's pillows have been adjusted since earlier so that he can sit up but still have support. He is doing so now, leaning back heavily into the pillows yet staring Korra right in the eye as she steps through the door. In his left hand he holds a cup that Korra assumes must be filled with water, and a straw poking out the top. His bandages have been replaced, and Korra notices how out of place they look against his tan-and-reddish blotched skin. His icy blue eyes are cold and calculating, but the rest of his face is blank. Tarrlok is still out cold.

"Korra," Amon greets her. This time, the word is not followed by a violent fit of hacking, for which Korra is pleased.

"Amon," she responds, her voice neutral. He doesn't react, just takes a sip of his water, so Korra moves forward to sit on the chair to the right of his bed. As she sits, she takes a large bite out of one of the rolls and offers another one to Amon. He waves a couple fingers, a sign of declining. She simply shrugs. "So you wanted to speak to me?"

"Yes," the man confirms. "Questions, mostly."

Korra leans back in her chair, pulling her bare feet up to the edge of the seat. "Ask away."

"Where am I?"

At first, Korra is surprised by the question; surely he should recognize Air Temple Island? It was one of the places the Equalists had targeted in their attack, after all. He'd even kept Tarrlok here as prisoner. "You're on Air Temple Island," she answers. "In the medical wing. We brought you here when you showed up on the beach."

Amon nods slightly at the answer. "What is Tarrlok doing here?"

"He was with you when you got here."

"What happened to his arm?"

"It had to be amputated. The prosthetic hasn't been made yet."

"How long have I been here?"

"Six weeks." The questions are basic. Korra can see the gears working in his mind.

He hesitates briefly. "Why do you call me Amon?"

That question takes Korra by surprise. At first, she can't tell if it's supposed to be a trick question—she wouldn't put it past Amon to try and trick her so mundanely. But as she examines his face, she can see that he looks genuinely curious. Strange. "It's your name. Everyone knows that."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it is not."

"Yes, it is."

"Korra, I think I should know my own name."

Korra snorts in amusement. "Fine. What's your name?"

"My name is Noatak."

The answer is so simple, Korra has no idea why she wasn't expecting it. Amon is looking at her expectantly, willing her to respond. "All right," she humors him. "Noatak. Do you want me to call you that from now on?"

"Yes."

She can work with this. She's the Avatar, for Spirits' sake! Korra takes a deep breath. "Anything else you think I should know before we continue?"

Amon—Noatak—simply responds with another question. "How old are you?"

Korra blinks, but tries not to let the shock faze her. "Seventeen."

Noatak drags his eyes away from her, instead focusing on Tarrlok. His eyes seem haunted. "That's Tarrlok?"

"Uh-huh," Korra confirms. Now he looks really strange. "What's wrong now?"

His brow furrows slightly in confusion. "I don't remember Tarrlok being as old as he looks." Noatak looks back at Korra. "I haven't seen him for years."

Now Korra is thoroughly confused. "What are you talking about, dumbass? You saw him last month. And plenty before that." She pauses for a moment. "What's the last thing you remember?"

Noatak pauses to think. He doesn't respond immediately. "I think… the last thing that I remember is… holding off a group of men. We were… fighting. In an alleyway. They brought me down… But they're not here, right? They're not working with you."

"No, they're not here. Noatak, how old were you when this attack happened?" She needs to find out how much he's missing.

"I believe I was twenty-nine."

"And how old would you be now?"

Noatak does some quick mental math, and Korra watches his eyes move as he works. As time draws out, his face slowly changes from confusion to horror, and when he looks back at Korra, his face looks so different from what she's used to that she hardly recognizes him. "Forty, if I'm correct."

"Eleven years," Korra rants when she returns to the dining room "Eleven damn years are gone, just like that!" Fire starts sparking from her clenched fists as her frustration rises.

"Language, Korra," Tenzin lectures as he rises to meet her. He ushers her back out into the hallway and closes the door behind him. "What happened?"

Korra glares at him. "He doesn't remember anything! He knows nothing about Amon! He apparently hasn't seen Tarrlok in years! He still thinks he's twenty-nine!"

"Korra, calm down," Tenzin orders. "Getting worked up about it won't make anything better." Korra glowers at him, but takes a shuddering breath anyways, still seething. "The amnesia is most likely temporary; it will wear off if we give it time."

"Tenzin, what will happen if he doesn't get better?" Korra snaps. "If he doesn't get his memory back, what then? There can't exactly be a fair trial if the accused can't remember a damn thing about the crimes he's committed!"

Tenzin looks a little shocked by her sudden outburst. "I'm surprised that you, of all people, want Amon to have a 'fair trial'."

"Shut up. You know what I mean. If he can't remember, he'll believe he's perfectly innocent. You know how deceiving Amon can be—if he wants someone to believe something, they'll believe it. He'll get off with a slap on the wrist! If even that!" Korra slams her fist into the wall. Cracks spread from the impact, and Korra recoils, glancing guiltily at Tenzin. "Sorry about that."

Tenzin rubs his face with one hand. "There is a healing process rumored to restore memories—"

"We have to use it!" Korra interrupts, excited at the idea.

"—but Amon is still too weak for us to try without injuring him more. It's a very complicated and difficult process, and it can be painful. Trying to use it now could simply worsen the problem, or even damage his brain for good. We'd be stuck with him even longer, maybe indefinitely. Do you really want to risk that?"

Korra sighs dejectedly. "No, not really," she admits. "And who knows—maybe Tarrlok will still have his memories; he could help us out." Even as Korra speaks, she can hear and the doubt creeping into her voice, feeling it pool in her gut. If Noatak can't remember anything for the past eleven years, and he's the brother who is healing the best, Tarrlok can't be much better memory-wise. He's probably even worse. The look on Tenzin's face alerts Korra that the airbending master has the same misgivings as she does, but he doesn't voice his out loud. Korra opts to keep herself silent as well.

"All we can do is be patient," Tenzin tells her. His voice sounds downcast. "We'll wait and see how it all turns out."

"Yeah," Korra mumbles under her breath. "Wait and see." She doesn't like waiting, and she doesn't like keeping war criminals in their home. Her shoulders slump.

Tenzin rests a hand on her shoulder. "Come on," he encourages, opening the door to the dining room again. "You need to finish your breakfast." Korra allows herself to smile a bit at his concern, and leads the way to the table. Pema and the children have already finished eating, and their places at the table have been cleared.

Jinora is the only one who has lingered behind. "You up for some airbending practice later today, Korra?" she asks brightly, noticing Korra's sour mood. The Avatar nods in agreement, and with a smile Jinora strolls from the room. The food is slightly cold when Korra takes a bite, but she doesn't really care. With a little firebending, she heats the food slightly and continues to eat, trying to get Amon—Noatak—out of her mind. It doesn't work.

Tarrlok wakes up later that week.