... was saturated in disappointment.
Currently, she sat in her room and Mako sits on the futon that Pema had laid out for him.
She can't stand the silence anymore. "Maybe we should look for Bolin?"
She nearly gasps when he turns his eyes to her, full of rage. He doesn't speak.
Korra wants to be angry with him, in fact, she can feel the signs of her own ire stirring with in her at his silence, but she squashes it down. She doesn't understand loss. How could she when she'd had everything provided for her since she was a child? Being the Avatar was a great privilege, and while she might have felt caged at times, Korra can not think of a time where she ever needed anything. She knows that her life has been radically different from the way that Mako and Bolin grew up. It wasn't even something that they liked to talk about – and she had damaged their first real home.
The guilt weighs heavily in the pit of her stomach.
"I'm sorry," Her voice cracks, she's not used to apologizing and the words come uneasily and forced. She holds his gaze for a moment before he turns away from her.
"You're not going to say anything?" Korra asks, her voice is sharp with bitterness – but she's not really angry at him. She can't be. So why did she feel such an intense pressure from within, threatening to erupt?
"What am I supposed to say?" Mako's words cut her deeply. She had expected anger, but she hadn't expected this. She had never seen him look so de...