[ At her expression, Hei mutters something indecipherable under his breath. It'd be easier to just pull back and put up those blade-studded walls and spare Korra from having to deal with him while he's like this but. He swallows another Forget it. It's too late anyway. He's already dripping venom like a runny nose. ]

I want a word. An adjective. What would you use? Horrible. Bloodthirsty. Unreliable. Several words? Lying scumbag. Not To Be Trusted. Keep Away From Family and Friends. [ He looks on the verge of spitting, his mouth pulled out of shape, eyes like two licks of ice. It's tempting to throw other things at her, things edged like shuriken, meant to slice apart. But he's in one of those moods where all the barbs and acid would fly off the handle, splattering and cutting anything in reach. ]

[ Instead, simply, ]

When you see me, do you see a person at all?