...er wanted for he and his brother – stability.
Bolin's sleeping bag rustles beside hers and she notices him shift in his sleep. Korra sighs and sits up, deciding that it would be best to talk to Mako. Even now, she hasn't apologized for uprooting him like this, it was too difficult to put into words what she was feeling, especially after the first few days. But, she knows that she won't ever get a decent night's sleep again unless she tell him.
She walks through the forest, following the footprints that he's left behind. Her own pace is sluggish and dread claws at her heart. This isn't a conversation that she doesn't want to have. She isn't used to apologizing, until her recently her world was so simple. It was her against the world in a way, she fought life every step of the way, and laughed when she succeeded as she usually did. Korra didn't need to listen to anyone when everything came to her so easily.
Amon and this rebellion had crushed that part of her into tiny, jagged pieces.
Mako had always known what the world was really like, though. He struggled for everything that he and his brother had because life had not been kind to them, as it had been to her. And even despite that, he still chose to come with her…
It's the sounds that cause her to stop.
She hears rustling, groaning from beyond the bush that currently blocks her path. It's a strange thing, and her own natural c...