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Korra's POV

I looked at the statues around me as we walked up the temple steps, noticing the various Airbender statues. I almost got the feeling that I had seen them before…maybe in some past life…maybe Aang did. I looked up and recognized a familiar statue though: Yangchen. Though she had been an Air Nomad she had been a feared Avatar to the point where a whole generation after her death there were no threats.

Asa finally sat down next to her statue and I did the same, my gaze not shifting from my past life. There was something about it…almost as if it were trying to tell me something.

"The fourth chakra is located in the heart," he began. "It deals with love and is blocked by grief. Lay all your grief in front of you."

I took in a deep breath before closing my eyes. Though the guru had explained to me that Bolin's, Aiden's and Howl Sr.'s death had not been my fault, I still saw them in front of me. I missed them so much…

"You have lost a couple of friends in your life, young Avatar," Asa said gently. "Their memory pains you, but love is a form of energy that swirls all around us." I felt my breathing hitch a little at this, tears threatening to fall. I bit my lip, trying to keep them at bay.

"Their love for you has not left this world. It is still inside your heart and it is reborn in the form of new love."

Jason came to mind, his little dimpled face starring at me before his arms went around my neck, kissing my cheek. My parents did too, the day I had dedicated solely to them. Howl, the guard that had infuriated me, also came to mind and all the advice he gave me. Even Mako and all the times he had cared for me, letting me stay in his apartment and comforting me.

"Let the pain flow away."

My eyes opened and it took me a moment to realize that I had been crying. I wiped away the tears, before smiling a little. For once in so many years, I felt the pressure in my chest almost completely disappear, making me feel lighter.

Hiroshi's POV

I was having dinner with Asami and that street rat, Mako. I hated that they were once again a couple but I figured that perhaps, in the long run, he might be of use to me.

We talked about all sorts of things, mostly my daughter and things she used to do when she was younger. She was still upset with me because I had 'insulted' her boyfriend. I had never been one to beat around the bush and I had told her that I did not like her relationship with him, or the ex Avatar.

Both were or had been Benders, Firebenders to be exact. I didn't think I could ever forgive their breed for taking the love of my life from me. When we finished I paid the check and moved the conversation toward more business like matters.

"Thank you for joining me today, Mako," I said. "It's been great, getting to know you better." Lying through my teeth.

"Thank you, Mr. Sato, for everything," he answered, holding hands with my daughter. I gave him a fake smile, trying to hide my discomfort at this.

"Well, now if Asami doesn't mind mixing in a little business with pleasure," I said, taking out an envelope. "I could use your signature on these."

Asami didn't say a word as she took the envelope. She opened it and read its contents and her jaw clenched. I already knew what was coming. I had expected it.

"You want to shut down Mom's free clinic for low income Benders?" she asked.

"It's not hers anymore, Asami," I reminded her gently, handing over the pen.

"That clinic meant everything to Mom," my daughter managed to reply through her clenched teeth.

It was my turn to tighten my jaw. "You were eight years old," I said, my tone clipped. "I don't think you're in a position to know what was important to your mother. I just need your signature-"

"Stop!" Asami said sharply. "This dinner was never about getting to know Mako more, it was about this," she hissed, gesturing to the piece of paper.

With those words she stood up, putting the papers inside the envelope. I took a deep breath at this, putting the pen away. The Firebender gave me an incredulous look the entire time. My daughter stopped next to me and gave me back the paperwork.

"You haven't changed, and you never will," Asami whispered to me. "It's about time I learned that and stopped letting you disappoint me," she added before leaving.

"This clinic was her mother's," Mako said, standing up.

"Yes," I answered. "And her mother taught her a lesson that I myself have been trying to teach her. That the world is a harsh and unforgiving place."

"And when did she teach her that!" he shouted.

I stood up at this, looking him in the eye. "When she was lying dead in her bedroom with a hole in her chest," I replied. He seemed taken aback by this. "Good night," was all I said before leaving as well.

Korra's POV

I think Asa must have seen how tired I was because we didn't move from our spot for the next chakra. I was completely drained. All the swirling emotions inside me had finally taken their toll, though I felt a lot better than I had before I came here. The pressure that I thought would crush me in my chest was practically gone. But I wasn't done.

"Next is the sound chakra, it is located in the throat," the guru continued. "It deals with truth and is blocked by lies. The ones we tell ourselves."

I closed my eyes and remembered the day after my breakdown with my ex-teammate. He had asked me if I was ok and I had said I was though I was far from it. Since I had come back I had been trying to hide the monster in me…the one who stopped at nothing to get what it wanted. I wasn't the Avatar.

"The Spirits made a mistake in choosing me," I said quietly, opening my eyes. "I shouldn't be the Avatar. I'm a monster. I can't save myself or anyone around me."

"Korra, you aren't a monster," Asa countered, sounding like he believed that with all his heart. "Everyone makes mistakes, no one's perfect and neither are you. Mako and Jason have shown you how much love you have for others, a monster is not capable of these feelings."

"My hands are stained red with the blood of the people I killed," I replied. "No Avatar would've done what I have. I'm not the Avatar, not anymore."

"Being able to Bend is not what defines you as the Avatar," he said. "You have helped many people as the Blue Spirit and for the first time in five years they have hope of a better future. You cannot lie about your own nature. You must accept that you are the Avatar."

I sighed heavily at this before closing my eyes again, connecting my fists. I saw a vision of myself. I was standing on a building, looking down at the city. Like a silent guardian. I exhaled and opened my eyes.

"You're doing great, Korra," Asa assured me with a smile.

Asami's POV

After I left my father, Mako caught up to me and said that I could stay with him until I calmed down. I had been considering moving out of the house for some time, but now I was sure I wanted to leave. I didn't want to spend another day with my father.

Ever since my mother was murdered, he became a different man. He isolated himself, pushed me away…I don't think I could forgive him for what he almost did today. That clinic did mean everything to mom; it was her way of giving back to the less fortunate. I wouldn't let him shut it down.

The phone rang and the Firebender got up to see who it was, while I watched television. I already knew who it was before he came back, a knowing look on his face.

"Your father called," he said.

"Don't waste your time on him," I answered changing the channel.

My boyfriend sighed and sat down next to me. I could see him studying me from the corner of my eye but I pretended not to.

"Your father is a jerk, but he is still your father," Mako said. I looked over at him before turning my attention back to the television set earning a sigh from him. "I think in his own way," he began stopping for a moment. "I think he sees himself as protecting you somehow."

"Yeah, he's really good at using my dead mother as an excuse for being a jerk," I replied. I could feel my eyes begin to water at this but I refused to cry.

"You never talk about your mother," the Firebender stated quietly.

"I was only eight," I began. "I don't remember much of what happened. But after...my father completely shut me out." Mako intertwined his fingers with mine at this. "And then he went away," I continued, a tear escaping me. "He was gone for a year, maybe two. I was nine. And he left me. That is who my father is. He only cares about himself."

Mako didn't say anything, just wrapped his arms around me as I let a few tears fall. My mother's death and the relationship between my father and I was very sensitive. I didn't know why he acted the way he did, but I knew he didn't care for me. He never showed me otherwise.