[Korra notices his entrance, of course. She should feel angry. Irritated. Tempted to run. Li was at the center of whole mess, the unwitting trigger.
But she feels nothing. No pain at the sight of him, no fear of what he'll do or say, not even surprise that he'd show up. His presence is as remarkable as the wind.
She's grateful, in a detached, abstract fashion, for the reprieve. Yet a dim part of her is also frightened by this lack of feeling. Maybe that's what prompts her to speak.]
What do you want?
[Her voice is a monotone. She doesn't actually care. Whether or not he answers is largely irrelevant to her.]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
But she feels nothing. No pain at the sight of him, no fear of what he'll do or say, not even surprise that he'd show up. His presence is as remarkable as the wind.
She's grateful, in a detached, abstract fashion, for the reprieve. Yet a dim part of her is also frightened by this lack of feeling. Maybe that's what prompts her to speak.]
What do you want?
[Her voice is a monotone. She doesn't actually care. Whether or not he answers is largely irrelevant to her.]