[ upon their release from the castle, there is a proceeding crush of bodies towards the exit, the fresh air and, spirits bless, the sun. (going through a little withdrawal there, mako?) mako lets the current of humanity push him the direction he wants to go, korra's hand tight in his, head tilted up to catch the first glimpse of sky he can when he spots a familiar mass of curls, a jade pin glinting in the new found light. he calls out, without thought, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach. ]
the sixth.
Asami!