[ Hei listens to the footsteps, not two sets anymore. Just one. Another clang. The door at the end of the cell block, out of his line of sight. Shut with a metal echo, signaling the guard's exit. The person left behind isn't a prisoner, then. Just a visitor. There's a fizzle of excitement that it might be Pai. But he immediately recognizes the rhythm of that walk. Korra. Frowning, Hei stares at her. Not coming closer, just standing inside his cell, breathing. She looks good; much too good, given the circumstances. His gaze takes her in slowly, her shining eyes, shining bands in her hair. All beguiling and sweet-looking. ]
[ He licks his dry lips thoughtfully, before he asks, ]
Why are you here?
[ The sharpness of his tone suggests irritation. But it's actually confusion. He doesn't expect visits from her; she certainly doesn't owe them to someone like him. ]
no subject
[ He licks his dry lips thoughtfully, before he asks, ]
Why are you here?
[ The sharpness of his tone suggests irritation. But it's actually confusion. He doesn't expect visits from her; she certainly doesn't owe them to someone like him. ]