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Oliver's POV

I couldn't tell Korra the real reason why I was in Republic City, not yet. I had to protect her. I looked at the face full of horror she had when I killed the Triad member but I really hadn't had a choice. If he would have told the other members…I would have been done. Killed. I was looking out for myself. I heard the sirens and I grabbed Korra's hand, making her follow me. After a few minutes later we arrived at my apartment. I left her in the living room while I showered and changed, leaving an extra set of clothes for her.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," I said when I came out in sweats and a white t-shirt.

"I don't know what to tell you," she answered quietly. "You are different."

"And so are you," I pointed out stepping towards her. She had also changed her outfit and was wearing a pair of shorts and grey shirt. "That prison changed you in ways that only someone like me can understand and I know you can understand me as well."

"No," Korra answered shaking her head. "What you're doing right now, I know it feels like justice but it's not. It's revenge. You're a vigilante too, you should know this."

I scoffed shaking my head. "At my core, I am not a hero…I'm a hunter," I answered. "And sometimes revenge is justice."

"So they killed your girlfriend?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I can't talk about that," I whispered.

"Ollie, you're killing people in my city and you don't even want to tell me why?"

"You're one to talk," I snapped. "This Blue Spirit you have become, isn't it fighting to set things right?" Korra clenched her jaw at this. "Why is your vendetta more valid than mine? You and I are the same."

"No we're not," she answered stepping forward.

I scoffed. "I know what this is about," I began. "You are allowed to have this Blue Spirit gig because you are the Avatar and you have to bring peace and balance to the world. But me? No, I can't do this because I'm a nonbender who shoots arrows-"

"Don't mock me!" Korra snapped. "And for your information, I'm not the Avatar anymore!"

"We're both hiding in plain sight," I continued. "Concealing our anger, smiles and then there's the lies. Stop lying to yourself Korra, you feel the same thing as I do." She didn't say anything just stared at me. "I have been alone in my hate for so long. It feels-"

"It feels good to tell the truth," she finished.

Our eyes locked and I actually took a look at her, a real look at her. She looked visibly older, not the little mischievous girl she had been when we were teenagers. I could also catch several emotions in her eyes: fear, anger, hatred, but mostly pain. I leaned forward and captured her lips with mine. At first she was irresponsive but then, hesitantly she mimicked my actions.

I deepened my kiss at this, putting my hands around her waist before beginning to pull up her shirt. Korra broke away from the kiss and I attached my mouth to her neck.

"Stop," she whispered. I didn't listen. I continued to tug the shirt and raised it up, my hand on her bare back. "Ollie, stop." I didn't stop my actions. My hand hovered above a bumpy surface on her stomach but my actions didn't cease. "I said stop!" she finally yelled throwing me across the room with Airbending.

"What is your problem?" I yelled back. "You didn't have a problem with this five years ago!"

"I'm not the same person anymore, Ollie," she answered. The shirt was still raised and I got a glimpse of something. Something she had been trying to hide.

"What happened to you in that prison?" I asked when I saw the scars. Korra quickly lowered her shirt and shook her head before grabbing her gear. "Korra!" I called but it was too late she was already out the window. I sighed. "Nice going Ollie," I muttered to myself.

Korra's POV

The liquor burned as it slid down my throat. I remembered this bar. Five years ago it had been just a knock about place; you would've easily walked by it and never known it was there. But it seemed to have gained some regulars. Everyone seemed to know everyone, everyone had a usual.

I was surprised that the barkeep remembered mine.

The alcohol warmed my insides as it settled in my stomach and I watched as the bartender poured more into my glass. I looked at the brown, frothy liquid, my thoughts still swirling in my head.

I downed the glass in one gulp, feeling the buzz building and my thoughts becoming fuzzy. It still wasn't good enough. I could still feel that unbearable pain in my chest. It needed to go away, I needed it to.

When the waiter came back I told him just to leave the bottle. He raised a brow but said nothing as he did as I asked. My lips met the bottle and I took a big swig.

I knew if my parents or Katara saw me here they'd be so disappointed. But as more alcohol entered my system I couldn't even bring myself to care. All I knew was the pain was slowly fading and didn't want it to come back.

Two bottles of hard liquor later I paid the clerk and stumbled out of the bar, trudging toward the docks. When I arrived I let out a hiccup before making my way to the edge. I took in a big gulp of air before diving in. I rose at the surface, shaking from the cold before I tried swimming. You heard right: tried.

I felt my body stiffen and my mind become foggy as I continued. I panicked when I felt that my arms were unresponsive, unmoving. I managed to reach the surface again, taking in a gulp of air when an idea came to mind. It would be so easy, painless and quick.

As the idea replayed in my mind I felt myself sink towards the ocean floor. The last thing I saw were air bubbles leaving and then…nothing.

When I opened my eyes again, instead of finding the peace I craved, I found myself on the beach. I groaned and sat up, noticing a pair of tracks leading up to me, but they were bigger than my own. I frowned.

After a few tries I managed to stand, tumbling my way back to the city. I noticed that every time something happened, something I didn't like dealing with…I found myself going to the same place.

Mako's apartment.