In the bleakness of Haven, Korra learns that the world does not end with a bang, or a whisper, but with an absence.
Life goes on, of course. But when she wakes up to find someone gone (Conner), it feel as though, surely, in that moment, everything is over. Victory feels so far, and she feels so alone. It grows only worse when she is forced to lie, and when she deals with the repercussions (she knows she meant well, and she only ever has—still, she can't blame her friends for their anger). Haven is twisting her into someone she doesn't know if she wants to be.
Maybe that's the true trick of it all: to, in the end, isolate them all.
"We'll win, right?" she asks. She doesn't entirely expect an answer.
"Yeah." Fujimaru's fiddling with one of his devices at the moment, and so Korra can't be sure if he's actually listening to her, or to the voices only he hears (does that help circumvent the loneliness, she wonders).
"Mm." She has nothing to say. Words are only words, after all. Victory is still distant.
She stares at the ground from where she's sitting, opposite to Fujimaru and his mess of a bed. Assuming that's that, she doesn't expect something to hit the side of her head—the metal bit falls to the floor with a clatter.
Holding a hand up to where she was struck (it doesn't hurt, but still), she frowns. "Hey! What was that for?"
Fujimaru sighs, putting aside his device. "Listen, I don't know what you're thinking right now, and I'm not gonna pretend I'm any good at the crap—" He's as eloquent as always. "—but just keep on doing what you've always been doing, all right? Things suck. I know. They always do."
Korra raises an eyebrow, to which Fujimaru scowls.
"Don't look at me like that! What I'm saying is just... geez, don't think too hard about the future. It'll only wear you down. What matters is what you're doing in the present, and you're doing okay, y'know?"
Fujimaru only looks increasingly annoyed at his own attempts at finding words, before he abruptly stands up. "You know what? Never mind. Beating me up makes you happier right? Let's have a lesson, or whatever."
Without waiting for her reply, he stalks out of the room, which Korra takes to mean that he's too embarrassed to see what she has to say.
no subject
In the bleakness of Haven, Korra learns that the world does not end with a bang, or a whisper, but with an absence.
Life goes on, of course. But when she wakes up to find someone gone (Conner), it feel as though, surely, in that moment, everything is over. Victory feels so far, and she feels so alone. It grows only worse when she is forced to lie, and when she deals with the repercussions (she knows she meant well, and she only ever has—still, she can't blame her friends for their anger). Haven is twisting her into someone she doesn't know if she wants to be.
Maybe that's the true trick of it all: to, in the end, isolate them all.
"We'll win, right?" she asks. She doesn't entirely expect an answer.
"Yeah." Fujimaru's fiddling with one of his devices at the moment, and so Korra can't be sure if he's actually listening to her, or to the voices only he hears (does that help circumvent the loneliness, she wonders).
"Mm." She has nothing to say. Words are only words, after all. Victory is still distant.
She stares at the ground from where she's sitting, opposite to Fujimaru and his mess of a bed. Assuming that's that, she doesn't expect something to hit the side of her head—the metal bit falls to the floor with a clatter.
Holding a hand up to where she was struck (it doesn't hurt, but still), she frowns. "Hey! What was that for?"
Fujimaru sighs, putting aside his device. "Listen, I don't know what you're thinking right now, and I'm not gonna pretend I'm any good at the crap—" He's as eloquent as always. "—but just keep on doing what you've always been doing, all right? Things suck. I know. They always do."
Korra raises an eyebrow, to which Fujimaru scowls.
"Don't look at me like that! What I'm saying is just... geez, don't think too hard about the future. It'll only wear you down. What matters is what you're doing in the present, and you're doing okay, y'know?"
Fujimaru only looks increasingly annoyed at his own attempts at finding words, before he abruptly stands up. "You know what? Never mind. Beating me up makes you happier right? Let's have a lesson, or whatever."
Without waiting for her reply, he stalks out of the room, which Korra takes to mean that he's too embarrassed to see what she has to say.
She wouldn't put it that way, but...
... Ha.
She smiles.