[Exhausted as she is, Korra lets her pride get in the way of letting Tieria help her again. She is careful with her steps, though, avoiding the old bottles that litter the ground like he suggests.
They may have won (or something...), but it doesn't feel like a victory. Korra's exhausted; her knees are weak underneath her as she makes her way toward the door. What was Amon doing there? Could it have possibly been some kind of magic? Is there something so strong that it could create an illusion of that much magnitude? Because even if he were here, he wouldn't be able to bloodbend!
She hates the way he makes her feel. The way he terrifies her, reminds her of her own powerlessness.
Letting out a frustrated growl, Korra kicks one of the scrolls littering the floor on her way by.]
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[Exhausted as she is, Korra lets her pride get in the way of letting Tieria help her again. She is careful with her steps, though, avoiding the old bottles that litter the ground like he suggests.
They may have won (or something...), but it doesn't feel like a victory. Korra's exhausted; her knees are weak underneath her as she makes her way toward the door. What was Amon doing there? Could it have possibly been some kind of magic? Is there something so strong that it could create an illusion of that much magnitude? Because even if he were here, he wouldn't be able to bloodbend!
She hates the way he makes her feel. The way he terrifies her, reminds her of her own powerlessness.
Letting out a frustrated growl, Korra kicks one of the scrolls littering the floor on her way by.]