[ Semper paratus. The maxim by which Hei navigates his daily life. No surprise that it extends to the drugs in his cabinet. At Korra's remark, he shakes his head. His argument is less about meditation or the competency of her reflexes (he's fought with her enough times to know those) and more about Korra's complete inability to know when to say when. ]

Not meditation. [ It's seldom ever worked for him; it's against his nature to be passive. You can sit like a fucking buddha, but that passivity will be skin deep. Inside you'll still be in a turmoil, still be boiling, a volcano that can erupt at any moment. Or worse -- you'll be frozen. You need movement to create a flow; a rhythm. After activity, rest and stillness follows. It's that simple. A balance. Similarly, you can't find a balance by staying constantly in motion. That's no better than a whirlwind. Just formless, self-destructive chaos. ]

[ To Korra, he says, ] You need some sort of guidance. Not a schedule, but at least a framework, set by a shifu. I can't help you with that -- but there has to be someone in the City who can.