Mako is seething.
This much Korra can tell, and she can't really blame him.
She hadn't known that going after Amon would destroy the only home that he and Bolin had ever had. When she blasted fire after Amon, she had be too angry, too reckless. She had meant to scorch the man who had placed fear and uncertainty into her heart for the first time.
Except she had burned their home and everything that they owned to the ground.
Korra can't even look at him because she knows this is her fault. When Amon ascended into the pro-bending arena towards to attic that the two brothers shared she hadn't thought twice. She hadn't heard Mako's desperate plea to wait until it was already too late.
Bolin had been amazingly quiet when he had seen the damage. He didn't say a word to her before walking out, she had not seen him since.
Tenzin had assured her that he would cover all of the repairs and told her that the brothers could stay with them while their home was being re-built. Even then, her teacher's gaze was saturated in disappointment.
Currently, she sat in her room and Mako sits on the futon that Pema had laid out for him.
She can't stand the silence anymore. "Maybe we should look for Bolin?"
She nearly gasps when he turns his eyes to her, full of rage. He doesn't speak.
Korra wants to be angry with him, in fact, she can feel the signs of her own ire stirring with in her at his silence, but she squashes it down. She ...