before she even realizes what she's doing, korra's expression tightens, and small faint wisps of fire flutter along the ridges of her knuckles, made white from her fists. ]
[ she's never known the previous firelord, never seen more than a few pictures and clips of film. but the anger she feels bubbling up inside her is unlike any she's felt before - it's old, ancient even, and dangerous.
and, beneath all that unrest, is a guilt she hadn't been expecting. and one she can't understand.. which only upsets her more. ]
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...dance?
[ zuko's father? as in firelord ozai?
before she even realizes what she's doing, korra's expression tightens, and small faint wisps of fire flutter along the ridges of her knuckles, made white from her fists. ]
Don't you dare compare me to him.
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Why not? He may have been awful, but he did change the world.
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and, beneath all that unrest, is a guilt she hadn't been expecting. and one she can't understand.. which only upsets her more. ]
I am nothing like him.