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New Month's resolution: draw more backgrounds. Sooner or later I will get used to them and they will stop kicking my butt so hard.
So... guys, I don't know how she got her armor off, okay? I didn't think about that part. I was thinking about this instead.
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The cement floor is cold under her bare feet. She can feel the grit of the dirt and sand, every irregularity and every crack. If she closes her eyes, she can feel faint vibrations as the Equalist guards and their other prisoners move about, the heavier rumble of machinery.
But she cannot feel the earth. Not as anymore.
She was calm when they took her bending, more from conviction than any crude sort of courage. She knew what needed to be done, and what it would cost her, and felt no doubt in her choice. But once Amon’s men locked her away and left her alone, she became almost frantic to get out of her armor, away from the sick, alien touch of metal that she couldn’t feel. It was like being trapped inside a dead thing.
It took some work. It wasn’t designed to be removed without bending, and she will have bruises tomorrow from all her wrenching and pulling. But it seemed worth it, at the time; it seemed vital to get out of that prison and feel the world around her again. But now, with the last arm guard painfully pried loose, she realizes her mistake. The rest of the world is just as dead to her as the metal armor was.
She staggers back onto the bunk and sits, because there is nothing left to do. It’s a strange thought; there is always something to do, someone to fight, some mess to fix. If nothing else, some damned paperwork to fill out. But the cell is empty and there is nothing she can do now, here, except hope that Tenzin’s family is safe and Korra finds a way to stop this monster.
So she closes her eyes, and breathes, and hopes.