[ He keeps her tucked against him, eyes shut. No one is as pliant with him as Yin. Pai, kittenish, curls around him in frequent bouts of tactile affection -- then wanders off again. Korra, he's seldom tolerated closeness with -- except in small doses. Physicality in general leaves Hei claustrophobic. It's so double-edged, so easy to fake and use against you. But with Yin, he doesn't feel trapped, losing himself in a would-be stranglehold. The opposite. His eyes are very dry, nose and mouth, sere, thirsty. Feeling that absence in himself, feeling the dull flickers of guilt. Guilt for harming the few people in the City he can trust with such entirety. The rampage of violence and cruelty he can never take back again. ]
[ Carefully, he sets Yin to her feet. Detaches, but keeps a hand settled on her shoulder. ]
I have something for you. [ He sounds quiet but there's a clarity in his voice too, one that's at odds with the heavy way he blinks at her, his gaze tired. ] To protect yourself, if this happens again.
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[ Carefully, he sets Yin to her feet. Detaches, but keeps a hand settled on her shoulder. ]
I have something for you. [ He sounds quiet but there's a clarity in his voice too, one that's at odds with the heavy way he blinks at her, his gaze tired. ] To protect yourself, if this happens again.