[ Those steel bars wouldn't mean much if he unleashed his ability. The only thing containing Hei is the steadiness of his own resolve. He stares at her for a moment, face immobile. Then his features sharpen by slow degrees into a glower of his own. For a moment he wonders if she's even here. Maybe this isn't Korra at all, but one of those intense, nonsensical hallucinations he sometimes has before bed. The ones that start out as flickers. But the longer he spends in the dark, the wilder they become. Blinding, multicoloured firework shows, and spectacular green glowing hot-cross buns. He knows what it is -- in the absence of any real stimulus, his visual cortex begins to make up images. Prison cinema. ]
[ But no. She's real enough. And not budging, by the looks of it. ]
no subject
[ But no. She's real enough. And not budging, by the looks of it. ]
Leave it alone, Korra.
[ It's a dismissal, not a warning. ]