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braavadoThere wasn't much they could do for her once Katara had given her verdict. Whatever Amon had done to her, it couldn't be cured, even with Katara's skills.
What else could she do? Mope? Been there, done that. She'd sat out on that snowy ledge for hours, caught in a loop of self-blame and bitterness and anger until Naga had finally whined in distress and nudged at her until she trudged back into the hut.
Before Republic City, even the smallest setbacks had felt like disasters, and she was free to sulk, wrapped up in her own troubles until she either got over it or her diligent White Lotus keepers got fed up. With the city in an uproar over Amon's defeat and Councilman Tarrlok's disappearance, Korra couldn't afford luxuries like that anymore. She'd accepted the responsibilities of the Avatar as soon as she decided to stay with Tenzin--she knows that much at least. Her smiles feel fake, and her enthusiasm is all but gone, but helping Tenzin oversee the city's recovery progress is better than doing nothing. It's her duty. It's important. It's just a mercy that they've all managed to keep her bending troubles under the radar, else she's sure the papers would have a field day with it.
In the short moments she has to herself, Korra takes to wandering the shop districts alone, her hood pulled up as a flimsy shield for her identity. While she appreciates her friends' support, she doesn't want the pity that's sure to creep into their gazes at one point or another. The conversations turn stilted when any of them brings up something innocent, like the reconstruction of the probending arena, and they stumble in their haste to change the subject to something "safer". Korra scoffs. She isn't delicate by any means. She hates that they feel like they need to tread carefully around her now when she never asked for it.
She just wants things to go back to the way they were before.
What else could she do? Mope? Been there, done that. She'd sat out on that snowy ledge for hours, caught in a loop of self-blame and bitterness and anger until Naga had finally whined in distress and nudged at her until she trudged back into the hut.
Before Republic City, even the smallest setbacks had felt like disasters, and she was free to sulk, wrapped up in her own troubles until she either got over it or her diligent White Lotus keepers got fed up. With the city in an uproar over Amon's defeat and Councilman Tarrlok's disappearance, Korra couldn't afford luxuries like that anymore. She'd accepted the responsibilities of the Avatar as soon as she decided to stay with Tenzin--she knows that much at least. Her smiles feel fake, and her enthusiasm is all but gone, but helping Tenzin oversee the city's recovery progress is better than doing nothing. It's her duty. It's important. It's just a mercy that they've all managed to keep her bending troubles under the radar, else she's sure the papers would have a field day with it.
In the short moments she has to herself, Korra takes to wandering the shop districts alone, her hood pulled up as a flimsy shield for her identity. While she appreciates her friends' support, she doesn't want the pity that's sure to creep into their gazes at one point or another. The conversations turn stilted when any of them brings up something innocent, like the reconstruction of the probending arena, and they stumble in their haste to change the subject to something "safer". Korra scoffs. She isn't delicate by any means. She hates that they feel like they need to tread carefully around her now when she never asked for it.
She just wants things to go back to the way they were before.
