Fanfic: A Hold On Me (1/2)
Title: A Hold On Me
Author: ilcocoabean
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Character(s)/Pairing: Korra, Asami Sato, Kuvira, Tenzin, Mako, Bolin, Pema, Lin Beifong, Suyin Beifong, Opal Beifong, Korra/Asami
Genre(s): AU-canon divergence
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~13,840
Summary: After her defeat at Zaofu, people begin to forget Korra. At first it's only people she doesn't care for but when those closer to her stop remembering her name, things start to get complicated. Can Korra use the mass amnesia as an advantage against Kuvira or is she risking being forgotten forever?
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use.
Warnings: Violence and implied violence.
Note: Takes place after episode 45: The Battle of Zaofu. Title inspired by White Lies's “Death.” Written for heroinebigbang. Without that deadline this fic would never have been written. Special thanks to weird_situation for listening to me babble about this fic and to
lilacsigil for the wonderful beta skills. Without their help, this fic would have been a hot mess.
The idea for this was born in a dream a few days before the finale. I was worried and out of the stress came a few scenes in which Korra was supposed to travel the world and meet people or descendants of the people Aang met. That had to be cut because of timeline issues but it probably wouldn't have made much sense anyway.
Art by ideare which can be found here.
AO3
“You're not relevant here anymore.”
-Kuvira
When Korra finally came to, it had been a couple days since her failed battle with Kuvira. Jinora's face swam slowly into view followed by Ikki and Meelo who crowded around their older sister. Korra blinked, up at them, mouth dry, and head pounding.
“She's awake!”
“Korra-!”
“Shh, be quiet.”
She winced at the sudden burst of noise. While she was usually used to the shouting from the two younger airbenders, right now her eardrums felt a bit tender. She would solve that once she had some water though. She offered them a weak smile.
“How are you feeling?” Jinora asked, after shushing her younger siblings' outburst.
“Sore,” Korra said, raising a hand up to her neck. She rubbed the area and only just barely managed not to grimace. “Are we in Republic City?”
“Not ye-”
“Almost!” Ikki cut in. “Just a few more hours.”
Korra looked around, movements sluggish. “Opal?”
The three became noticeably subdued. They turned toward the front where Opal's slumped figure sat, holding Pepper's reins. Korra bit her lip. The young woman hadn't even turned at the mention of her name.
“She hasn't slept much,” Jinora said in a low whisper. “We tried but...”
Exhaustion forgotten, guilt soon swamped over Korra. She closed her eyes. “Yeah, I guess not.”
.
As they neared Air Temple Island Korra found her energy returning to her. She leaned over the basket excitedly, eyes narrowing as she searched. Finally a white mound of fur came into view.
“Naga!” She called out.
The distance between them was still large but even so she knew her polar bear dog would hear her voice. Sure enough the large animal came running up to meet them as they came close to the ground.
Korra resisted the tears threatening to spill over as she was enveloped in a hug. She hadn't realized how much she missed her companion.
When she pulled away it was to see Bumi who stood a few feet away. For a moment he didn't even register her until the children's cries of her name seemed to snap him out of it. He greeted her warmly with a hug and Korra forgot the strange look.
She turned to Tenzin and embraced him as well. Korra reveled in the peace of reunion, happy in knowing she was back where she belonged. But as she stepped away and Tenzin began to speak, reality came crashing in along with regret, and Korra's shoulders slumped in shame.
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“Your parents left you some clothes before heading back South. We've already radioed and let them know you're safe.” Pema said as she and Korra entered her old quarters. “They asked if you could contact them as soon as you settled in. They've been pretty worried.”
Korra nodded and picked up the shirt. It was just like the one she'd gotten rid of when she turned away from Republic City half a year ago. She glanced at the bag. There were other types of clothing such as formal attire and sleepwear but her eyes lingered on the items at the top of the pile. Her hair ties.
She stared at them, chewing at her cheek unconsciously. Her parents probably didn't even know she had cut her hair. She didn't think they'd react negatively but they'd be surprised to see how short it was. Her mom was always so fond of her long hair. As for her dad, his hair was a point of pride but even so, it wasn't like such a tiny detail would make them-
“You know,” Pema began, startling her out of her thoughts. “I don't know if your new hair will fit these old clothes.” She took hold of the old shirt and held it up to Korra's chest before shaking her head. “Why don't we look for something else? Besides I'm sure you'll want to feel comfortable for your lunch in a couple hours.”
Korra smiled, overcome with relief of having this woman with her now. Had she been alone, Korra wasn't sure she would have bothered changing. She might have continued to wear the Earth Kingdom clothes she'd been rewashing for the past couple months. She wasn't running away from her responsibilities anymore but that didn't mean she wasn't still intimidated by them.
Suddenly the latter half of Pema's remarks sunk in.
“Lunch?” Korra asked, confused.
“Asami called,” Pema said, looking through the bag. “She's been calling every day to see if we've heard news of you. I told her you finally got in today and let her know you'd be out to meet her and Mako.”
“Oh.” Korra was taken aback.
She hadn't expected to see her friends this soon. There were other things to worry about. Like Kuvira. Su's capture, and her failed battle. Also she needed to find out why she was still seeing the hallucination of herself in the Avatar state. So much was still on her mind but her friends? She hadn't even given them a second thought.
Had she even wanted to? They'd gone on with their lives hadn't they? Would they be angry with her for being away for so long? Would they ask why she had run away? How could she explain the haunting image of herself in chains that seemed to follow her everywhere?
Pema's light touch on her shoulder made her turn. “They've really missed you.”
The woman's eyes were earnest and kind. Korra inhaled deeply. “You're right. Better figure this out then.”
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Once they dropped Mako and Wu off at the Sato estate Korra fully expected to head home alone but as soon as they arrived at the dock, Asami turned off the engine of her Satomobile and followed Korra out.
“Not that I don't mind the company,” Korra said, keeping her tone light and fighting another stupid blush down. “But you don't have to come all the way out here. I promise I know the way there.”
Asami waved a hand dismissively. “It's no problem. Besides I've been meaning to visit anyway.”
Korra nodded and fell into step beside the taller woman. She knew this was something they had done before-walking and talking together without Mako or Bolin-but this moment felt odd. It had been so long and the near argument she and Asami almost got into wasn't something she was used to.
While Asami didn't seem angry now, Korra couldn't forget her face. She had looked so... betrayed. And Korra had been the one to make her feel that way just by opening her mouth. Asami was right, she had lost any claim to-
“Hey.” Asami's touch was soft on her elbow and Korra was at once grateful and sorry that the cloth covered her skin. “Boat's here.”
She nodded and walked forward to take a seat. Asami sat across from her, gaze set in the direction of the island. The sentry began to bend the water around them and soon they were moving. One of the guards asked how Asami was doing and soon they lapsed into shop talk about the last few city projects she was finishing up.
No one bothered to speak to Korra and she wasn't sure if she felt relieved or not. She glanced at her friend, who looked calm and perfect in her element as she spoke of her work. As Korra listened, the old feeling of disconnect flared up again.
She took a deep breath. She was with people who loved her. She had to remember that. She exhaled, willing her face to stay blank and steady.
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Dinner was a far cry from the failed lunch. Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo had several tales to tell of their trip looking for Korra and while the latter two were the loudest about it, Jinora was just as enthusiastic about correcting them.
Korra listened, nodding or interjecting when it was necessary for her to do so but otherwise eating in silence. She was back now. She wasn't alone and she was surrounded by people who cared for her. So why were Toph's words coming back to her?
“The world doesn't need you one bit.”
She had just rescued the rightful ruler of the Earth empire. Without her they wouldn't have found him and he would have been halfway to Kuvira and who knows what else could have happened to him. She hadn't heard good things about Kuvira's dissenters and while Prince Wu was no rebel, he also wasn't welcomed into her fold.
Korra had saved someone's life.
Today proved just how important she was. Sure Wu wasn't the greatest of rulers but he could be. Kuvira had already gained so much, so stopping this one thing had to mean something.
When Pema stood up and began to clear the table, Korra started to help but the woman stopped her. “No dear, you don't need to. You go on and maybe get some sleep.”
Korra opened her mouth to protest but Asami's hand on her elbow made her stop. “Don't worry we've got this. Go hang out with Jinora and the others. They missed you.”
And there it was again. It was meant to be reassuring but right now it just made her feel guilty. She sighed and followed the others into an open room. Tenzin and others didn't bother settling into their meditative poses, choosing instead a cushion to resume the discussion which traveled from the dining area.
Choosing a cushion closest to the door, she waited until the others were engrossed in their conversations before quietly making her escape. She kept her footsteps light and took care to avoid walking into anyone.
She needed a place to think.
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Korra walked Asami back to the dock in silence. The reassurances of her mentor and best friend were warm and clear in her mind and she dearly hoped they would continue to be at the forefront. She didn't want to dwell on negative things. She'd been doing that a lot lately and it was a habit she needed to break.
She needed to think about something else.
“Where you heading to?” Korra asked. It was a safe topic. “I know you're not going back to the Estate so...?”
“Future Industries Tower.” Asami replied, easily. “I've got an office and a loft there. Built it after... well. I didn't want to intrude on the airbenders too much and as good as Pema's cooking is,” she became sheepish. “I was starting to miss all the restaurants from the city.”
Korra laughed. “No, yeah I get you. I used to have one of the guards get me something red for me. Naga too, she's not one for the vegetarian life.”
Just as their destination began to come into view, Korra stopped. She looked down at the ground and bit her lip. If she was going to try, she had to do more than just this. She looked back up at Asami who had doubled back when she realized Korra was no longer beside her.
“Listen,” Korra began. “I just want to apologize for earlier. I've been gone for so long and I... I don't have any right to judge any of your choices. I don't even know why you're still talking to me to, if I'm honest.”
“Why wouldn't I talk to you?” Asami asked, reaching out to hold Korra's shoulder. “You're my best friend. And don't apologize for being gone. You've been through so much and it was awful of me to throw that in your face.”
Korra swallowed hard. “I'm still sorry. I didn't mean-”
Warm arms were wrapping around her once more and Korra was unprepared, so busy looking anywhere but into those green eyes. The embrace was tight and lingered as Asami's head rested against hers. Korra lifted her arms up, grasping at Asami's shoulders.
“You're back.” Asami said. “That's all that matters.”
And Korra didn't know how to respond to that. She inhaled the sweet fruity scent of shampoo topped with a layer of subtle perfume. It was Asami. It was still Asami, underneath all that. She was here with Korra, telling her they were okay and maybe Korra wanted to hear something more but for now they were still friends and that was exactly what she needed to hear.
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Once out of the Spirit Wilds of Republic City, Korra flagged down a taxi. While she and Opal could cut their time in half by just gliding over to City Hall, she wanted some time to talk to the younger woman. It had only been a couple of days since their return from Zaofu and it was the first time she'd initiated a conversation with Korra. She had fully expected for Opal to go on ignoring her for at least a couple more days.
After a quick steeling breath Korra said. “Opal, I just wanted to say...” She looked down at her knees briefly before looking back up at the airbender. “I'm so sorry for not defeating Kuvira at Zaofu. Your family wouldn't have been captured if I had been at my best and I-”
“Korra,” Opal cut in, quickly shaking her head. “I don't blame you. I blame Kuvira. You've been recovering all these years and I don't know what that's been like for you. But, I know you gave it your best.” She sighed. “Honestly it's my fault. I should have stopped my mom from trying to take out Kuvira. If I had just stopped to think...” She hunched in on herself, eyes clouded with misery. “I was so angry. With Republic City, with Bolin, with everyone. I've seen what Kuvira's capable of and absolutely no one was sending help. I was scared for my home and my family and I wanted to think that maybe mom could fix it.”
Korra reached out to hold Opal's clenched fists. “It's not your fault either. During the Water Tribe Civil War I came to Republic City for help and when I didn't get it, I was furious. I wasn't thinking very logically or at all, at times. I thought an attack on the Southern Water Tribe Cultural Center was done by Northern supporters when really it was Varrick. I tried to go behind Raiko's back to send a fleet to help my home and when that didn't work I tried to go directly to the Fire Lord.” Korra looked out the window replaying the memory of her younger, reckless self in her head. “The point is, your anger over feeling so helpless is completely justified.” She turned to airbender intently, hoping she was getting through to her. “You felt the way anyone would if their home and family was in danger.”
Opal stayed silent for a few moments before nodding solemnly. “I guess you're right. I mean, you're definitely right. It's just... I can't stop thinking of how certain decisions could have changed so much.”
She offered a sad smile. “Trust me, you're not the only one in that club.”
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Korra narrowed her eyes as she walked out of City Hall with Mako. Both the Firelord and Raiko had completely ignored her entrance. It was only until Wu mentioned her name that they had finally looked at her. Was she... getting the cold shoulder or-?
The two guards which had been stationed just halfway down the hall now began to walk toward the president. The slightly larger one bumped straight into her.
“Hey!” Mako cried out, reaching out to steady her. “Watch where you're going.”
As Korra recovered from her stumble she looked up to see the guard blinking around in confusion. His eyes landed on her but it was like he was looking right through her.
“Um.” He said eloquently. “Sorry?”
The two guards continued on their way and Korra looked after them. What was that about?
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The taxi led them as far as the road could take them. From there it was an hour's walk to the prison. After letting Mako pay the driver, the two began the path through the mountains. They were silent, Korra thinking of the last couple hours.
She'd been back for less than two days and already people were doubting her abilities based on one fight. Just one. Yes, it had been what most would have assumed an easy fight given she was the Avatar but...
She sighed in frustration.
“You okay?” Mako asked quietly. “I know you must be angry Raiko didn't invite you to the meeting.”
“It's not that.” Korra paused. “No, it is. But it's not just him.” She raised one hand and began ticking off her fingers as spoke. “Tenzin doesn't think I'm ready and Lin didn't think I was either. Which I guess I should be used to but, I don't know, it just stings to be doubted by people who've had my back before. Plus there's...” She closed her mouth. She had been doing her best not to think about that. “Never mind.”
“What?” Mako pressed.
“It's nothing.” She said, shaking her head. “Forget I said anything.”
“Korra.” He sighed.
It was his sigh that did it. She wasn't even sure why but the resignation of it made her temper flare. “You wouldn't even believe me. I'm having a hard time myself.”
Mako was silent. Then finally he said. “You could always just try talking about it. Maybe not with me but with anyone else. It sounds like it's bothering you.”
She slowed her pace slightly, allowing Mako to catch up. He fell into step beside her easily and the warmth of his presence was comforting. Once upon a time she would tell him a lot of things and he would never respond the way she wanted him to.
Now, she wasn't like that. She didn't expect a right answer. In fact she didn't expect him to say anything because she didn't want to tell him what she'd been thinking about.
It sounded absurd in her head but voicing it aloud? That was something else altogether. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He had that pinched look around his eyes and his mouth was set in a subtle frown.
She looked away. That was Mako for you, worrying and trying not to show it. She sighed. Well, it was better than telling him about the hallucination.
“Maybe I'm just over-thinking it but, does it seem to you like people are ignoring me? I don't mean like with Raiko not inviting me to the meeting. I mean...” She paused, trying to collect her thoughts. “The White Lotus guards at Air Temple Island haven't spoken to me once. It's not like we were close or anything but they would say hi or something. And Raiko's guards?” She frowned. “I walked right by them and they didn't even try to stop me. They didn't try to stop Opal either so I don't know.” She shook her head. “I'm starting to get the feeling that people are angry with me so they're just sort of... giving me the cold shoulder.”
Mako raised an eyebrow at her. He had relaxed a little since she had spoken. “I haven't really noticed any of that. Maybe you are looking into it a bit too much? Wu noticed you, which doesn't count for much, I know. But everyone else who matters still talks to you right?” She nodded and he continued, “So if a few guards ignore you, I don't think it's a big deal.”
Korra was silent as she processed his words. He was right. Everyone she cared about was still talking to her.
“You're probably right,” she said, at last.
They had arrived at dock. White Lotus guards stood at the ready to take them across and Korra walked onto the boat first. She had fears to face right now.
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Korra didn't even wait for the boat to reach the island. As soon as the small pier was close enough she jumped off, feet landing on the wood with a heavy dump, air helping to keep her balance. She felt sore all over. It wasn't even like she had done much today but that didn't stop her body from feeling completely and totally worn out. Especially after what had just happened at the prison.
Behind her, she heard Mako calling her name but she didn't stop. Instead she headed straight for the stairway leading up to the temple grounds. Korra took the steps at a run.
She needed to make sure. She needed to know.
At the top she looked around quickly. A group of airbenders sat in the corner of a courtyard. They were bent over maps and talking in quiet tones. She walked straight toward them.
“Please,” she thought to herself. “Please. Let this be a trick.”
As she approached, the airbenders looked up and for one wild moment Korra felt relief and a smile began to form on her lips until she noticed their eyes were looking straight past her and at-
“Korra!” Mako panted as he reached her. “Will you just wait?”
The airbenders blinked at him first, uncomprehending and Korra felt her heart sink. It wasn't a trick. It was...
“Call Tenzin and Asami. I'm going to find Bolin and Opal.” Korra said, voice gruff from the lump rising in her throat. “We have to let them know what's happening.”
She turned away from the group and began to walk. The “I need to know they can see me” went unspoken but it hung around her shoulders as she struggled to breathe.
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“What do you mean people are forgetting about you?” Asami asked. “That doesn't make any sense.”
“I know.” Korra leaned against the wall nearest the window. She glanced out. The guards were making their rounds and each kept their gaze toward the harbor. “I first noticed it with the White Lotus guards, then Raiko's guards, and Lin's officers outside the Spirit Wilds. I just confirmed it with the airbenders a little while ago.”
“I wouldn't believe it either but,” Mako shrugged, face hard. “The airbenders only saw me. They didn't even look at Korra.”
“Enough.” Tenzin cut in. “People don't just forget the Avatar. That's-
Tenzin was cut off by the sudden creak of the door opening. Bumi stumbled in, looking exhausted and out of sorts. Korra blinked at his sudden appearance and was about to greet him when she stopped. Could he even see her?
“Just finished some training exercises and I'm beat,” Bumi said. “What's for dinner?” He directed this question at Pema who sat nearby. He suddenly seemed to notice everyone else in the room and straightened up a bit. “Why the long faces?”
“Korra here-” Tenzin began.
“Who?”
It was like a punch to the gut. This couldn't be happening. Not Bumi. Not him. Why? Korra wanted to scream but she didn't. She breathed deeply and crossed her arms. There were tears prickling at her eyes.
She gestured to Bumi, impatient and frustrated. “See!”
Tenzin's mouth was agape and Asami had raised a hand to her mouth. The two younger airbenders however suddenly sprang into action.
“Uncle Bumi, she's right there.” Ikki exclaimed pointing at her.
“Yeah,” Meelo added. “Avatar, savior of the world!”
There was silence as Bumi looked in the direction Ikki pointed. He blinked hard and then shook his head. Rubbing his eyes quickly he looked back and then nodded. “Oh yeah!” He suddenly began to droop. “Whoa.”
He raised a hand to his head, looking away. The young airbender children rushed forward to steady him as he stumbled.
“Uncle Bumi?” Jinora asked.
He groaned. “Don't know why but I've got a splitting headache.”
Pema stood. “I've got him.” She looked at her husband. “I'll let you know if he gets worse.”
As soon as the two were gone, Korra turned to the others. “Still think it's just in my head?”
“No one ever said that, Korra.” Mako said, warily.
Korra scoffed. “Pretty sure you were all thinking it. Is this enough proof?”
They were silent as they thought for a while. Korra refused to look at anyone for too long. She didn't want to see that same glazed over look in their eyes. It hadn't happened with any of them. Yet.
“This does explain why Kai hasn't asked after you,” Jinora offered. “And you're right, the airbenders haven't mentioned you either.”
Asami suddenly spoke. “The guards on the boat from the other day. They didn't even greet Korra.”
“That's not all,” Mako glanced at Korra briefly. “At the prison when she got into the elevator they didn't even know she was there. They thought I was there to visit Zaheer.”
“Zaheer could see me though,” Korra said. “It was just the guards, the airbenders, and apparently now Bumi as well.”
Tenzin looked at each of them as they spoke then returned his attention to Korra. She hoped the panic she felt wasn't showing too much. Tenzin had to have an answer for this. He always did.
“In all my years of study and travel, I have never heard this happen before.” He stroked his beard. “Spirits have been known to change the faces of people and alter memories but they are individual cases. They don't happen on a mass scale like this.” He sighed. “I'm not sure I know what to do about this.”
Mako suddenly stepped forward. “Maybe we could use it.”
“What?” Korra and Asami said together.
Korra chanced a quick look at her friend who was glaring at Mako. She quickly set her gaze forward. This was not the time.
“Hear me out,” Mako said. “If people who need Korra are forgetting her, couldn't that mean Kuvira and her army might not remember her as well?”
There was a pause. Korra hadn't thought of that. In fact, this could actually help her. Maybe she wasn't the old Avatar she used to be but that didn't mean she couldn't use everything at her disposal to help.
“I don't like it,” Tenzin said at last. “We don't know what's the cause of this or how badly its effects could become. We should work at trying to reverse this.”
Asami nodded and stood behind him. “I agree. The last thing the world needs right now is to forget their Avatar.”
Korra scoffed in frustration, trying to curb her annoyance. “Well right now that's exactly what the world's been doing. None of you have left Republic City in a very long time. I have. I traveled for six months and while I was out there no one recognized me. Want to know why?” She shut her eyes. “Because I was out of action for almost three years! They hadn't seen my face or heard of me and they went on with their lives.” She opened her eyes, staring them down. “I'm back now and trying to be their Avatar and they're still going on with their lives. So what if they forget about me? I'm supposed to keep balance in the world and I can do that just fine with or without recognition.”
Korra panted. She was drained, emotionally and physically. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and hide from the world. But she couldn't. She had a job to do.
“But Korra,” Jinora's voice was gentle. Korra turned to her in surprise. She had almost forgotten the three airbenders were there. “This isn't just people forgetting about you, this is people not seeing you when you're right in front of them. This is serious.”
“I know that.” Korra deflated, anger falling from her. She looked at the others and noted their unease. She continued, determined. “I'm not saying it isn't. But right now we should be focusing on one thing and that is finding a way to stop Kuvira. People can forget about me, that doesn't matter. What matters is their lives.”
“I don't like it.” Tenzin announced. “But Korra's right. This amnesia or whatever it is can be handled with after we deal with Kuvira.” Asami opened her mouth but Tenzin raised a hand to her. “We will look into it and try to figure out how to reverse it but our priority is keeping the world safe from that weapon.” He turned to his children. “You three are in charge of research. Listen to Jinora and help her with this.”
For once Korra was surprised to see Meelo not talk back. Instead he nodded and led the way out of the room. She listened to the decisive tone of Jinora as she began to list books in rapid succession. She turned back to the others and found Asami staring at her, biting at her lower lip. One of her fists were clenched at her side.
She quickly turned away. Korra hadn't meant to make her worry even more. She took a deep breath and forced herself out the door. Mako called out to her but he quickly stopped. She wondered vaguely who had stopped him from going after her but continued on. She needed to meditate.
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Tenzin and Korra arrived at City Hall together. Both exhausted but ready to deal with whatever it was that Raiko wanted.
After everyone had left they had spent most of the night talking about different spirits who could alter the memories of people. Korra had brought up the dark one which had swallowed her up on her way to the Firelord all those years ago and Tenzin mentioned the spirit who had helped Zuko's mother. Jinora and the others found other stories of similar experiences however they all confirmed what Tenzin had said.
Spirits only altered one person's memories. They had yet to show the ability currently happening to Korra.
Outside of Raiko's office they met Asami, Varrick, Prince Wu, and Mako. It had been less than a day since she realized what was happening and she wasn't sure how fast it was working. So as she stood before the prince and Varrick, she didn't bother saying hello. Instead she kept a careful eye on the two, waiting for them to make the first move.
“So!” Varrick said as they all stood outside the office, waiting to be let in. “Anyone have any ideas why we were all called?”
“I assume it's to finalize the plans from yesterday's meeting.” Tenzin replied. Like Korra, he was eying the man warily. “Although that doesn't explain why he called for you.”
“Whoa! Hey now,” Varrick made a face. “I already said I'm on your side! I'm even working with Asami here.”
“It's true,” Asami said. She sounded less than pleased about the situation. “President Raiko called us to his office yesterday to ask us to come up with something to combat Kuvira's super weapon.”
Korra still said nothing. Finally at long last it seemed her friends had caught on to her silence. Asami glanced at Varrick and Wu with interest but her gaze stayed with Korra, unease making her brows crease. Mako was doing his best to keep a neutral expression but his eyes were alert as they passed between the men.
“What's up with you two?” Varrick asked. “You know you'll get even more wrinkles if you keep that long face up.”
At long last Korra felt a small spark of relief. If Varrick could still see her then maybe it wasn't quite as fast-acting as she and Tenzin thought.
“Ow!”
The sudden exclamation from the eccentric man had her heart sinking.
He held his head with one hand and glared up at his forehead. “Man, that's a nasty headache. If only Zhu Li were here.” Varrick's face became a mock face of sadness. “She'd do the thing and bring me my favorite tea. There was this one time when...”
“Varrick?” Korra tried, tentative. “You okay?”
However the man didn't seem to listen, so caught up in his monologue that no one seemed to be listening to except for Wu. Mako and Asami looked at Korra and she stared back at them. It wasn't like she was particularly upset about Varrick ignoring her.
He had yet to suddenly remember her again, like Bumi had last night. What did this mean for her? Exactly how was this affecting people? Did it depend on her relationship with them? Or did it even matter?
Before she could think further, Raiko's secretary opened the door and gestured with his hand. “President Raiko will see you now.”
Varrick walked in first, Prince Wu and Mako following behind him. Korra didn't wait for the others, worried about being left behind. As soon as they assembled in front of Raiko's desk, she waited for the President to notice her.
Korra shouldn't have bothered though. It was clear from the way he kept his eyes on Varrick and Asami that he wasn't aware of her at all. Beside her, Mako became tense and Korra had to remember to breathe to keep herself from yelling. There was no way she was going to let Raiko or anyone else use Spirit vines to power their weapons.
“I'm telling you what I told Kuvira.” Varrick narrowed his eyes. “That technology should not be used.”
“It's already being used, by Kuvira! I need Spirit Vine weapons and I need them now.”
“No.” Her voice was quiet and Raiko didn't even spare a look at her.
Thankfully Tenzin spoke for her. “It was the harvesting of vines which caused the disturbances of the Spirit Wilds in Republic City. We shouldn't tamper any further unless we want to disrupt the balance we only just recently achieved.”
“Your daughter can communicate with Spirits can she not?” Raiko demanded. “Have her figure out a way to get those vines, then.”
Tenzin's normally loose hands clenched into fists. “I will do no such thing. However,” He glanced at Korra. “We shall look into getting help from the Spirits. With their help we might be able to stop Kuvira from harvesting any more vines or they can help us protect the city.”
She nodded. With any luck, she'd convince at least a few spirits. Besides, she wanted to see if the amnesia was just focused on humans or if it affected them as well.
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Korra flew back to Air Temple Island. It was getting late and she had spent most of the afternoon trying to find a spirit to talk to her. While the Spirit Wilds were mostly fine now, tours had been canceled and the dense vines had been sectioned off by the police. She had been alone in the area, yelling and hearing the echoes of her voice around her. It hadn't been a satisfying experience.
She landed and headed for the pavilion. That's when she noticed the airbenders were preparing bisons. Jinora stood by the steps, watching them, impassively.
Korra approached her. “What's going on?”
“We're getting some of the bison ready to help with the evacuation. Even if it is voluntary, the city's going to need help getting everyone out if worse comes to worse. Some of the acolytes are going to the Western Air Temple too.” She paused. “Just in case.”
She nodded in understanding. “Sounds like a good plan.”
“What about you?” Jinora turned to her fully. “Dad said something about asking help from Spirits.”
“Yeah.” Korra rubbed the back of her neck. “Raiko's being stubborn about the whole Spirit vine powered weapons so Tenzin talked him down by telling him we'd look into getting help from them. I was in the Spirit Wilds just now and all the Spirits are leaving.”
Jinora's eyes widened then she raised a clenched fist to her chest. She looked like she wanted to raise it up to her chin just like her father often did. It was funny how certain mannerisms made it through a family.
“I haven't felt any Spiritual energy in a while so I guess that explains why.” She looked in the direction of Republic City. “I'd help but I already promised mom that I'd help her pack food.”
“Don't worry.” Korra offered her a smile. “I've got this now.”
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The pavilion was quiet and secluded. She sat down and inhaled the humid scent of the ocean. She closed her eyes and began to focus. Around her the wind played with her hair and she could hear the waves moving with the gusts. Soon her senses had ceased to pick up on her surroundings.
She opened her eyes and found herself at the Tree of Time. There were spirits lounging about, quiet and peaceful.
“Spirits,” she began. “This is the Avatar.”
She turned to look behind her, waiting to see a reaction only there was none. The Spirits continued as they were. Sitting, floating, or lying down.
“Oh no,” she thought. “No, this isn't happening.”
Spirits were just walking around, looking anywhere but at her. She was right here! She was in the Spirit World and she wasn't-she couldn't be invisible to them. Not them.
“Spirits!” She tried again, desperation sneaking into her voice. “This your Avatar, please listen to me!”
Suddenly one turned to her. His head was shaped like a bird's, beak a pale steel blue and eyes a droopy fire red. His body however was shaped like a fish, a feathered mane lining the length of his back. Slowly, he floated around her.
“We were merely respecting your wishes, Avatar.” He turned to face her fully.
Korra narrowed her eyes at him. “Respecting my wishes? What-Never mind. I came here to ask you all something.”
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As the spirits around her disappeared one by one, she let her shoulders fall in defeat. This wasn't how she expected the visit to go. She closed her eyes feeling around with her senses for more Spirits. There had to be some who would listen to her. She couldn't just give up after one group said no.
Well, more like one of them had said no and the others just decided to check out. She took a deep breath and concentrated. Soon the landscape around her was moving and she found herself on a large hill overlooking a dirt road.
She looked around. There weren't any Spirits here. So why-?
“Korra.” A voice said.
She turned in confusion. “Iroh?”
The old man came from the other side of the hill. He raised a hand in greeting but soon let it fall as he approached her. His brows were furrowed and he looked older than the last time she'd seen him.
“I don't know how much time I have before I no longer see you so I will attempt to be brief.” He said. “The Spirits returning have told me what has happened. I knew things were not well but I didn't know they were this severe. They tell me that many people in the entire world have forgotten about the Avatar.”
Korra froze, mouth falling open in shock. She hadn't known the reach of the amnesia had gone so far. She looked down at the ground, in defeat. “I thought it was just in Republic City... I didn't know.”
“Korra, you must reverse this.” Iroh continued, desperate. “The world needs its Avatar.”
“I'm still their Avatar,” Korra replied quickly. “I haven't left.”
“You are the bridge between worlds and right now you are distancing yourself from both. You must stop this before-” He was cut off mid-sentence as a dazed look crossed his face.
Tongue thick with uncertainty, Korra asked, tentative. “Iroh?”
The old man looked around, curiously before shrugging and turning to the road. He began to hum, a happy tune she didn't recognize. Soon his silhouette faded and a fog began to descend around her.
Her legs felt weak and Korra forced herself to breathe. She had to return to the physical world. If she stayed in the Spirit World any longer, she wasn't sure what would happen. She didn't want a repeat of her first visit here. Especially if Iroh couldn't see her.
Once back to her body, she lifted a hand up to her face. It was wet with tears.
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Tenzin came to wake her early the next morning. Raiko had scheduled another meeting just before noon and he had been called to attend. Even though the President hadn't asked for Korra, that didn't mean she could skip out on it. Raiko wanted daily updates from everyone and he would probably want to hear what Tenzin had to say about help from the Spirits.
Korra sat on her bed, staring down at her legs. After returning from the Spirit World yesterday she'd gone straight up to bed. She hadn't slept very well but it was better than facing everyone and telling them the bad news.
Even though no one remembered her, that didn't mean they weren't counting on her. She had to defeat Kuvira: no else was going to take that fight. She had failed once but she wasn't going to fail again.
She stood and began to stretch.
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Outside of the president's office, Korra pulled Mako and Bolin aside. Tenzin glanced at her but after a brief nod at him, he continued to walk on ahead, leaving them alone for a moment.
“Listen,” Korra said. “I'm thinking of going after Kuvira to see if I can stop her before she reaches Republic City.”
“What?” Mako balked. “No way you-”
“Korra,” Bolin cut in. “I saw that thing, you can't manage that on your own.”
“Hey kid!” Lin called from down the hallway. “C'mon!”
“On my way Chief!” Mako replied. He turned to Korra seriously. “We'll talk later. Don't-don't do anything yet.”
Korra watched him go. At least she had told him. Asami had been the first on her list but she and Varrick hadn't shown up. She wasn't even sure if telling her was a good idea. She'd probably react the same way Bolin and Mako had.
The former currently stood beside her, looking a little lost as he looked at her. She glanced at him and waited. Bolin was on the verge of asking her something.
Finally he offered, “I'm going to drop off Zhu Li at Asami's factory. Want to come with?”
She looked at him. He had spent the last few days with people who hadn't been affected by the amnesia and he had yet to know anything about it.
She sighed. “Yeah, just... This is going to be weird.”
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“Zhu Li can't even hear what I'm saying to you!” Bolin said in awe as she hailed a taxi. “How does this even work?”
Korra's shoulders were slumped as she slid inside and took a seat opposite Bolin and the former assistant. “I don't know. This is kind of... new. Most of the time whenever I'm around someone who doesn't notice me, I don't talk much. It's not like they can hear me. And everyone who's unaffected hasn't tried to talk to me whenever we're around those who are.” She scratched her head as she thought. “Though I guess that's also because I don't usually talk.”
Bolin was staring at Zhu Li who sat with her eyes focused straight ahead, hands clenching the fabric of her skirt. Korra could see her nerves were beginning to betray her the faster they began to move. She tore her gaze away and faced her friend who was suddenly looking at her intently.
“What?” She asked, defensive.
He paused for a moment, arms folding as he chewed on his lip. At long last he asked, “How do you feel about this? I know it's only been a few days since you really noticed but this has got to be a little more than weird for you.”
Korra's mouth opened a little in surprise. Bolin was the first to really ask her that. She supposed the others had probably been trying too but she hadn't really let them, always steering conversations toward their plans for Kuvira.
She closed her mouth, setting it in a firm line as she thought about the question. If she was honest with herself, the whole thing was incredibly upsetting more so than the hallucinations of herself (which thankfully had ceased to occur once she reconnected with Raava). Sure, no one terribly important had forgotten her completely (Bumi was still holding fast to his memories of her despite the headaches). But the very fact that it could was enough to crush her thoughts and completely bring her to a halt.
After a deep breath of fighting back down the panic that thought brought up she looked back up at Bolin. “It's.... terrifying. I don't know what to do about it. Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo are doing research and Tenzin and I help when we can but we've all been really busy with the whole Kuvira situation so we haven't been able to focus much on it.” She folded her hands together, tight. “I'm scared about what might happen but I keep telling myself, there are bigger things to worry about.”
Bolin shook his head. “I don't know how you're dealing with it. If I were you I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else.”
Korra shrugged. “Well at least Raiko isn't yelling at me about things. Plus it's kind of nice not being noticed in the street and asked where I've been all this time.”
She didn't bother responding to the last thing he said. Just because she wasn't talking about it, didn't mean she wasn't worried. She was. Terribly so. But Kuvira was at the forefront right now along with the lives of everyone in Republic City.
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“So,” Korra finished. “What do you think?”
Asami was staring out the window of the office. It overlooked the progress of the hummingbirds. Her arms were crossed and from where Korra was standing she couldn't see her face but her frame was still and tense. Korra felt her body responding in kind as she waited for a response.
Finally Asami turned to them, one hand lifting up to her chin. “It's worth a shot. But if you think for a second I'm letting you go alone, you're wrong.”
Korra's eyes widened. “What? No, you've got the hummingbirds to look after. If I fail we need to have a back-up plan.”
“Varrick can handle them. He knows the designs just as well as I do.” Asami replied shortly. “And if you fail, who's going to be there to back you up?”
“No,” Korra shook her head. “I can't have you risk yourself. This is-”
“We're not leaving you alone with this,” Bolin put in. “If Mako were here he'd say the same thing too. We're going with you.”
Korra turned from one then to the other. The little she had heard of the weapon scared her and she couldn't-she wouldn't let them go with her. Bolin had already faced it with the Beifongs, she wouldn't force him to go in front of it again.
“No.”
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She and Asami argued for most of the night, each trying to convince the other. Bolin sat by and watched, meekly offering Asami support but quieting when Korra glared at him. Korra had been ready to leave without supplies but Bolin asked her to wait for Mako.
“If you think about leaving I'll stop you.” His frame was loose and open, as he sat on the couch but his eyes were determined as he looked at her.
So she had stayed.
Asami set up two cots for them in her office, making sure Korra took the one furthest from the door, while she slept on her couch. Even though they had stopped arguing things were still strained. Sleep when it came was restless and lacking.
Mako showed up early the next morning, apologizing for taking so long (“I was trying to convince Wu to leave but he won't listen. He's taking this evacuation very seriously.”) they all headed for the Satomobile downstairs.
Korra refused to sit by Asami (her arguments had made sense but she still wasn't going to agree and let them come with her) so Mako (confused about their short tempers) had taken the passenger seat, leaving Bolin to sit next to her. He kept glancing from Korra to Asami before sighing quietly. Silence was heavy and palpable as they drove.
“So did Korra tell you what she's planning?” Asami asked, voice raspy as she made a particularly sharp left turn.
Mako subtly glanced at Korra with raised brows. She crossed her arms and said nothing. He looked like a fox antelope caught in headlights as Asami repeated the question. “Yeah she mentioned it yesterday. I-”
“We're going with her,” Asami said with such finality that Korra finally snapped.
“No, you're not.” She burst out. “You guys need to stay here. If I fail and get myself killed or hurt that's one thing but if you guys-if anything happens to you because of me, I... I can't let that happen. It can't let you guys get hurt because of me.”
“Korra.” Mako's voice was firm but gentle. “The world may have forgotten about you but we haven't. We can't let you go by yourself.”
“Back at Zaofu I realized too late what was happening,” Bolin added. “But right now, I can do something. If anything happens to you and I'm not there to stop it, I'll never forgive myself.”
“You might be the Avatar,” Asami followed up. “But you don't know anything about technology. You're going to need me to disable whatever she's got. And if we get hurt or... whatever, that's fine. We all know what we're signing up for, Korra.”
She looked from one to the other as they spoke. Beside her Bolin looked at her earnestly and as she looked in the rearview mirror, she saw both Mako and Asami were staring at her, expectant. Finally she nodded.
“Fine. I can't convince you guys. But if I tell you to leave, promise me you'll go. I... I'll come back.”
She knew she didn't have to explain what she meant. Their grim expressions let her know they understood. She turned to look out at the city passing by them. This was her home. She wasn't going to let anything happen to it or to the people she loved.
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Author: ilcocoabean
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Character(s)/Pairing: Korra, Asami Sato, Kuvira, Tenzin, Mako, Bolin, Pema, Lin Beifong, Suyin Beifong, Opal Beifong, Korra/Asami
Genre(s): AU-canon divergence
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~13,840
Summary: After her defeat at Zaofu, people begin to forget Korra. At first it's only people she doesn't care for but when those closer to her stop remembering her name, things start to get complicated. Can Korra use the mass amnesia as an advantage against Kuvira or is she risking being forgotten forever?
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use.
Warnings: Violence and implied violence.
Note: Takes place after episode 45: The Battle of Zaofu. Title inspired by White Lies's “Death.” Written for heroinebigbang. Without that deadline this fic would never have been written. Special thanks to weird_situation for listening to me babble about this fic and to
lilacsigil for the wonderful beta skills. Without their help, this fic would have been a hot mess.
The idea for this was born in a dream a few days before the finale. I was worried and out of the stress came a few scenes in which Korra was supposed to travel the world and meet people or descendants of the people Aang met. That had to be cut because of timeline issues but it probably wouldn't have made much sense anyway.
Art by ideare which can be found here.
AO3
“You're not relevant here anymore.”
-Kuvira
When Korra finally came to, it had been a couple days since her failed battle with Kuvira. Jinora's face swam slowly into view followed by Ikki and Meelo who crowded around their older sister. Korra blinked, up at them, mouth dry, and head pounding.
“She's awake!”
“Korra-!”
“Shh, be quiet.”
She winced at the sudden burst of noise. While she was usually used to the shouting from the two younger airbenders, right now her eardrums felt a bit tender. She would solve that once she had some water though. She offered them a weak smile.
“How are you feeling?” Jinora asked, after shushing her younger siblings' outburst.
“Sore,” Korra said, raising a hand up to her neck. She rubbed the area and only just barely managed not to grimace. “Are we in Republic City?”
“Not ye-”
“Almost!” Ikki cut in. “Just a few more hours.”
Korra looked around, movements sluggish. “Opal?”
The three became noticeably subdued. They turned toward the front where Opal's slumped figure sat, holding Pepper's reins. Korra bit her lip. The young woman hadn't even turned at the mention of her name.
“She hasn't slept much,” Jinora said in a low whisper. “We tried but...”
Exhaustion forgotten, guilt soon swamped over Korra. She closed her eyes. “Yeah, I guess not.”
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As they neared Air Temple Island Korra found her energy returning to her. She leaned over the basket excitedly, eyes narrowing as she searched. Finally a white mound of fur came into view.
“Naga!” She called out.
The distance between them was still large but even so she knew her polar bear dog would hear her voice. Sure enough the large animal came running up to meet them as they came close to the ground.
Korra resisted the tears threatening to spill over as she was enveloped in a hug. She hadn't realized how much she missed her companion.
When she pulled away it was to see Bumi who stood a few feet away. For a moment he didn't even register her until the children's cries of her name seemed to snap him out of it. He greeted her warmly with a hug and Korra forgot the strange look.
She turned to Tenzin and embraced him as well. Korra reveled in the peace of reunion, happy in knowing she was back where she belonged. But as she stepped away and Tenzin began to speak, reality came crashing in along with regret, and Korra's shoulders slumped in shame.
.
“Your parents left you some clothes before heading back South. We've already radioed and let them know you're safe.” Pema said as she and Korra entered her old quarters. “They asked if you could contact them as soon as you settled in. They've been pretty worried.”
Korra nodded and picked up the shirt. It was just like the one she'd gotten rid of when she turned away from Republic City half a year ago. She glanced at the bag. There were other types of clothing such as formal attire and sleepwear but her eyes lingered on the items at the top of the pile. Her hair ties.
She stared at them, chewing at her cheek unconsciously. Her parents probably didn't even know she had cut her hair. She didn't think they'd react negatively but they'd be surprised to see how short it was. Her mom was always so fond of her long hair. As for her dad, his hair was a point of pride but even so, it wasn't like such a tiny detail would make them-
“You know,” Pema began, startling her out of her thoughts. “I don't know if your new hair will fit these old clothes.” She took hold of the old shirt and held it up to Korra's chest before shaking her head. “Why don't we look for something else? Besides I'm sure you'll want to feel comfortable for your lunch in a couple hours.”
Korra smiled, overcome with relief of having this woman with her now. Had she been alone, Korra wasn't sure she would have bothered changing. She might have continued to wear the Earth Kingdom clothes she'd been rewashing for the past couple months. She wasn't running away from her responsibilities anymore but that didn't mean she wasn't still intimidated by them.
Suddenly the latter half of Pema's remarks sunk in.
“Lunch?” Korra asked, confused.
“Asami called,” Pema said, looking through the bag. “She's been calling every day to see if we've heard news of you. I told her you finally got in today and let her know you'd be out to meet her and Mako.”
“Oh.” Korra was taken aback.
She hadn't expected to see her friends this soon. There were other things to worry about. Like Kuvira. Su's capture, and her failed battle. Also she needed to find out why she was still seeing the hallucination of herself in the Avatar state. So much was still on her mind but her friends? She hadn't even given them a second thought.
Had she even wanted to? They'd gone on with their lives hadn't they? Would they be angry with her for being away for so long? Would they ask why she had run away? How could she explain the haunting image of herself in chains that seemed to follow her everywhere?
Pema's light touch on her shoulder made her turn. “They've really missed you.”
The woman's eyes were earnest and kind. Korra inhaled deeply. “You're right. Better figure this out then.”
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Once they dropped Mako and Wu off at the Sato estate Korra fully expected to head home alone but as soon as they arrived at the dock, Asami turned off the engine of her Satomobile and followed Korra out.
“Not that I don't mind the company,” Korra said, keeping her tone light and fighting another stupid blush down. “But you don't have to come all the way out here. I promise I know the way there.”
Asami waved a hand dismissively. “It's no problem. Besides I've been meaning to visit anyway.”
Korra nodded and fell into step beside the taller woman. She knew this was something they had done before-walking and talking together without Mako or Bolin-but this moment felt odd. It had been so long and the near argument she and Asami almost got into wasn't something she was used to.
While Asami didn't seem angry now, Korra couldn't forget her face. She had looked so... betrayed. And Korra had been the one to make her feel that way just by opening her mouth. Asami was right, she had lost any claim to-
“Hey.” Asami's touch was soft on her elbow and Korra was at once grateful and sorry that the cloth covered her skin. “Boat's here.”
She nodded and walked forward to take a seat. Asami sat across from her, gaze set in the direction of the island. The sentry began to bend the water around them and soon they were moving. One of the guards asked how Asami was doing and soon they lapsed into shop talk about the last few city projects she was finishing up.
No one bothered to speak to Korra and she wasn't sure if she felt relieved or not. She glanced at her friend, who looked calm and perfect in her element as she spoke of her work. As Korra listened, the old feeling of disconnect flared up again.
She took a deep breath. She was with people who loved her. She had to remember that. She exhaled, willing her face to stay blank and steady.
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Dinner was a far cry from the failed lunch. Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo had several tales to tell of their trip looking for Korra and while the latter two were the loudest about it, Jinora was just as enthusiastic about correcting them.
Korra listened, nodding or interjecting when it was necessary for her to do so but otherwise eating in silence. She was back now. She wasn't alone and she was surrounded by people who cared for her. So why were Toph's words coming back to her?
“The world doesn't need you one bit.”
She had just rescued the rightful ruler of the Earth empire. Without her they wouldn't have found him and he would have been halfway to Kuvira and who knows what else could have happened to him. She hadn't heard good things about Kuvira's dissenters and while Prince Wu was no rebel, he also wasn't welcomed into her fold.
Korra had saved someone's life.
Today proved just how important she was. Sure Wu wasn't the greatest of rulers but he could be. Kuvira had already gained so much, so stopping this one thing had to mean something.
When Pema stood up and began to clear the table, Korra started to help but the woman stopped her. “No dear, you don't need to. You go on and maybe get some sleep.”
Korra opened her mouth to protest but Asami's hand on her elbow made her stop. “Don't worry we've got this. Go hang out with Jinora and the others. They missed you.”
And there it was again. It was meant to be reassuring but right now it just made her feel guilty. She sighed and followed the others into an open room. Tenzin and others didn't bother settling into their meditative poses, choosing instead a cushion to resume the discussion which traveled from the dining area.
Choosing a cushion closest to the door, she waited until the others were engrossed in their conversations before quietly making her escape. She kept her footsteps light and took care to avoid walking into anyone.
She needed a place to think.
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Korra walked Asami back to the dock in silence. The reassurances of her mentor and best friend were warm and clear in her mind and she dearly hoped they would continue to be at the forefront. She didn't want to dwell on negative things. She'd been doing that a lot lately and it was a habit she needed to break.
She needed to think about something else.
“Where you heading to?” Korra asked. It was a safe topic. “I know you're not going back to the Estate so...?”
“Future Industries Tower.” Asami replied, easily. “I've got an office and a loft there. Built it after... well. I didn't want to intrude on the airbenders too much and as good as Pema's cooking is,” she became sheepish. “I was starting to miss all the restaurants from the city.”
Korra laughed. “No, yeah I get you. I used to have one of the guards get me something red for me. Naga too, she's not one for the vegetarian life.”
Just as their destination began to come into view, Korra stopped. She looked down at the ground and bit her lip. If she was going to try, she had to do more than just this. She looked back up at Asami who had doubled back when she realized Korra was no longer beside her.
“Listen,” Korra began. “I just want to apologize for earlier. I've been gone for so long and I... I don't have any right to judge any of your choices. I don't even know why you're still talking to me to, if I'm honest.”
“Why wouldn't I talk to you?” Asami asked, reaching out to hold Korra's shoulder. “You're my best friend. And don't apologize for being gone. You've been through so much and it was awful of me to throw that in your face.”
Korra swallowed hard. “I'm still sorry. I didn't mean-”
Warm arms were wrapping around her once more and Korra was unprepared, so busy looking anywhere but into those green eyes. The embrace was tight and lingered as Asami's head rested against hers. Korra lifted her arms up, grasping at Asami's shoulders.
“You're back.” Asami said. “That's all that matters.”
And Korra didn't know how to respond to that. She inhaled the sweet fruity scent of shampoo topped with a layer of subtle perfume. It was Asami. It was still Asami, underneath all that. She was here with Korra, telling her they were okay and maybe Korra wanted to hear something more but for now they were still friends and that was exactly what she needed to hear.
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Once out of the Spirit Wilds of Republic City, Korra flagged down a taxi. While she and Opal could cut their time in half by just gliding over to City Hall, she wanted some time to talk to the younger woman. It had only been a couple of days since their return from Zaofu and it was the first time she'd initiated a conversation with Korra. She had fully expected for Opal to go on ignoring her for at least a couple more days.
After a quick steeling breath Korra said. “Opal, I just wanted to say...” She looked down at her knees briefly before looking back up at the airbender. “I'm so sorry for not defeating Kuvira at Zaofu. Your family wouldn't have been captured if I had been at my best and I-”
“Korra,” Opal cut in, quickly shaking her head. “I don't blame you. I blame Kuvira. You've been recovering all these years and I don't know what that's been like for you. But, I know you gave it your best.” She sighed. “Honestly it's my fault. I should have stopped my mom from trying to take out Kuvira. If I had just stopped to think...” She hunched in on herself, eyes clouded with misery. “I was so angry. With Republic City, with Bolin, with everyone. I've seen what Kuvira's capable of and absolutely no one was sending help. I was scared for my home and my family and I wanted to think that maybe mom could fix it.”
Korra reached out to hold Opal's clenched fists. “It's not your fault either. During the Water Tribe Civil War I came to Republic City for help and when I didn't get it, I was furious. I wasn't thinking very logically or at all, at times. I thought an attack on the Southern Water Tribe Cultural Center was done by Northern supporters when really it was Varrick. I tried to go behind Raiko's back to send a fleet to help my home and when that didn't work I tried to go directly to the Fire Lord.” Korra looked out the window replaying the memory of her younger, reckless self in her head. “The point is, your anger over feeling so helpless is completely justified.” She turned to airbender intently, hoping she was getting through to her. “You felt the way anyone would if their home and family was in danger.”
Opal stayed silent for a few moments before nodding solemnly. “I guess you're right. I mean, you're definitely right. It's just... I can't stop thinking of how certain decisions could have changed so much.”
She offered a sad smile. “Trust me, you're not the only one in that club.”
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Korra narrowed her eyes as she walked out of City Hall with Mako. Both the Firelord and Raiko had completely ignored her entrance. It was only until Wu mentioned her name that they had finally looked at her. Was she... getting the cold shoulder or-?
The two guards which had been stationed just halfway down the hall now began to walk toward the president. The slightly larger one bumped straight into her.
“Hey!” Mako cried out, reaching out to steady her. “Watch where you're going.”
As Korra recovered from her stumble she looked up to see the guard blinking around in confusion. His eyes landed on her but it was like he was looking right through her.
“Um.” He said eloquently. “Sorry?”
The two guards continued on their way and Korra looked after them. What was that about?
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The taxi led them as far as the road could take them. From there it was an hour's walk to the prison. After letting Mako pay the driver, the two began the path through the mountains. They were silent, Korra thinking of the last couple hours.
She'd been back for less than two days and already people were doubting her abilities based on one fight. Just one. Yes, it had been what most would have assumed an easy fight given she was the Avatar but...
She sighed in frustration.
“You okay?” Mako asked quietly. “I know you must be angry Raiko didn't invite you to the meeting.”
“It's not that.” Korra paused. “No, it is. But it's not just him.” She raised one hand and began ticking off her fingers as spoke. “Tenzin doesn't think I'm ready and Lin didn't think I was either. Which I guess I should be used to but, I don't know, it just stings to be doubted by people who've had my back before. Plus there's...” She closed her mouth. She had been doing her best not to think about that. “Never mind.”
“What?” Mako pressed.
“It's nothing.” She said, shaking her head. “Forget I said anything.”
“Korra.” He sighed.
It was his sigh that did it. She wasn't even sure why but the resignation of it made her temper flare. “You wouldn't even believe me. I'm having a hard time myself.”
Mako was silent. Then finally he said. “You could always just try talking about it. Maybe not with me but with anyone else. It sounds like it's bothering you.”
She slowed her pace slightly, allowing Mako to catch up. He fell into step beside her easily and the warmth of his presence was comforting. Once upon a time she would tell him a lot of things and he would never respond the way she wanted him to.
Now, she wasn't like that. She didn't expect a right answer. In fact she didn't expect him to say anything because she didn't want to tell him what she'd been thinking about.
It sounded absurd in her head but voicing it aloud? That was something else altogether. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He had that pinched look around his eyes and his mouth was set in a subtle frown.
She looked away. That was Mako for you, worrying and trying not to show it. She sighed. Well, it was better than telling him about the hallucination.
“Maybe I'm just over-thinking it but, does it seem to you like people are ignoring me? I don't mean like with Raiko not inviting me to the meeting. I mean...” She paused, trying to collect her thoughts. “The White Lotus guards at Air Temple Island haven't spoken to me once. It's not like we were close or anything but they would say hi or something. And Raiko's guards?” She frowned. “I walked right by them and they didn't even try to stop me. They didn't try to stop Opal either so I don't know.” She shook her head. “I'm starting to get the feeling that people are angry with me so they're just sort of... giving me the cold shoulder.”
Mako raised an eyebrow at her. He had relaxed a little since she had spoken. “I haven't really noticed any of that. Maybe you are looking into it a bit too much? Wu noticed you, which doesn't count for much, I know. But everyone else who matters still talks to you right?” She nodded and he continued, “So if a few guards ignore you, I don't think it's a big deal.”
Korra was silent as she processed his words. He was right. Everyone she cared about was still talking to her.
“You're probably right,” she said, at last.
They had arrived at dock. White Lotus guards stood at the ready to take them across and Korra walked onto the boat first. She had fears to face right now.
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Korra didn't even wait for the boat to reach the island. As soon as the small pier was close enough she jumped off, feet landing on the wood with a heavy dump, air helping to keep her balance. She felt sore all over. It wasn't even like she had done much today but that didn't stop her body from feeling completely and totally worn out. Especially after what had just happened at the prison.
Behind her, she heard Mako calling her name but she didn't stop. Instead she headed straight for the stairway leading up to the temple grounds. Korra took the steps at a run.
She needed to make sure. She needed to know.
At the top she looked around quickly. A group of airbenders sat in the corner of a courtyard. They were bent over maps and talking in quiet tones. She walked straight toward them.
“Please,” she thought to herself. “Please. Let this be a trick.”
As she approached, the airbenders looked up and for one wild moment Korra felt relief and a smile began to form on her lips until she noticed their eyes were looking straight past her and at-
“Korra!” Mako panted as he reached her. “Will you just wait?”
The airbenders blinked at him first, uncomprehending and Korra felt her heart sink. It wasn't a trick. It was...
“Call Tenzin and Asami. I'm going to find Bolin and Opal.” Korra said, voice gruff from the lump rising in her throat. “We have to let them know what's happening.”
She turned away from the group and began to walk. The “I need to know they can see me” went unspoken but it hung around her shoulders as she struggled to breathe.
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“What do you mean people are forgetting about you?” Asami asked. “That doesn't make any sense.”
“I know.” Korra leaned against the wall nearest the window. She glanced out. The guards were making their rounds and each kept their gaze toward the harbor. “I first noticed it with the White Lotus guards, then Raiko's guards, and Lin's officers outside the Spirit Wilds. I just confirmed it with the airbenders a little while ago.”
“I wouldn't believe it either but,” Mako shrugged, face hard. “The airbenders only saw me. They didn't even look at Korra.”
“Enough.” Tenzin cut in. “People don't just forget the Avatar. That's-
Tenzin was cut off by the sudden creak of the door opening. Bumi stumbled in, looking exhausted and out of sorts. Korra blinked at his sudden appearance and was about to greet him when she stopped. Could he even see her?
“Just finished some training exercises and I'm beat,” Bumi said. “What's for dinner?” He directed this question at Pema who sat nearby. He suddenly seemed to notice everyone else in the room and straightened up a bit. “Why the long faces?”
“Korra here-” Tenzin began.
“Who?”
It was like a punch to the gut. This couldn't be happening. Not Bumi. Not him. Why? Korra wanted to scream but she didn't. She breathed deeply and crossed her arms. There were tears prickling at her eyes.
She gestured to Bumi, impatient and frustrated. “See!”
Tenzin's mouth was agape and Asami had raised a hand to her mouth. The two younger airbenders however suddenly sprang into action.
“Uncle Bumi, she's right there.” Ikki exclaimed pointing at her.
“Yeah,” Meelo added. “Avatar, savior of the world!”
There was silence as Bumi looked in the direction Ikki pointed. He blinked hard and then shook his head. Rubbing his eyes quickly he looked back and then nodded. “Oh yeah!” He suddenly began to droop. “Whoa.”
He raised a hand to his head, looking away. The young airbender children rushed forward to steady him as he stumbled.
“Uncle Bumi?” Jinora asked.
He groaned. “Don't know why but I've got a splitting headache.”
Pema stood. “I've got him.” She looked at her husband. “I'll let you know if he gets worse.”
As soon as the two were gone, Korra turned to the others. “Still think it's just in my head?”
“No one ever said that, Korra.” Mako said, warily.
Korra scoffed. “Pretty sure you were all thinking it. Is this enough proof?”
They were silent as they thought for a while. Korra refused to look at anyone for too long. She didn't want to see that same glazed over look in their eyes. It hadn't happened with any of them. Yet.
“This does explain why Kai hasn't asked after you,” Jinora offered. “And you're right, the airbenders haven't mentioned you either.”
Asami suddenly spoke. “The guards on the boat from the other day. They didn't even greet Korra.”
“That's not all,” Mako glanced at Korra briefly. “At the prison when she got into the elevator they didn't even know she was there. They thought I was there to visit Zaheer.”
“Zaheer could see me though,” Korra said. “It was just the guards, the airbenders, and apparently now Bumi as well.”
Tenzin looked at each of them as they spoke then returned his attention to Korra. She hoped the panic she felt wasn't showing too much. Tenzin had to have an answer for this. He always did.
“In all my years of study and travel, I have never heard this happen before.” He stroked his beard. “Spirits have been known to change the faces of people and alter memories but they are individual cases. They don't happen on a mass scale like this.” He sighed. “I'm not sure I know what to do about this.”
Mako suddenly stepped forward. “Maybe we could use it.”
“What?” Korra and Asami said together.
Korra chanced a quick look at her friend who was glaring at Mako. She quickly set her gaze forward. This was not the time.
“Hear me out,” Mako said. “If people who need Korra are forgetting her, couldn't that mean Kuvira and her army might not remember her as well?”
There was a pause. Korra hadn't thought of that. In fact, this could actually help her. Maybe she wasn't the old Avatar she used to be but that didn't mean she couldn't use everything at her disposal to help.
“I don't like it,” Tenzin said at last. “We don't know what's the cause of this or how badly its effects could become. We should work at trying to reverse this.”
Asami nodded and stood behind him. “I agree. The last thing the world needs right now is to forget their Avatar.”
Korra scoffed in frustration, trying to curb her annoyance. “Well right now that's exactly what the world's been doing. None of you have left Republic City in a very long time. I have. I traveled for six months and while I was out there no one recognized me. Want to know why?” She shut her eyes. “Because I was out of action for almost three years! They hadn't seen my face or heard of me and they went on with their lives.” She opened her eyes, staring them down. “I'm back now and trying to be their Avatar and they're still going on with their lives. So what if they forget about me? I'm supposed to keep balance in the world and I can do that just fine with or without recognition.”
Korra panted. She was drained, emotionally and physically. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and hide from the world. But she couldn't. She had a job to do.
“But Korra,” Jinora's voice was gentle. Korra turned to her in surprise. She had almost forgotten the three airbenders were there. “This isn't just people forgetting about you, this is people not seeing you when you're right in front of them. This is serious.”
“I know that.” Korra deflated, anger falling from her. She looked at the others and noted their unease. She continued, determined. “I'm not saying it isn't. But right now we should be focusing on one thing and that is finding a way to stop Kuvira. People can forget about me, that doesn't matter. What matters is their lives.”
“I don't like it.” Tenzin announced. “But Korra's right. This amnesia or whatever it is can be handled with after we deal with Kuvira.” Asami opened her mouth but Tenzin raised a hand to her. “We will look into it and try to figure out how to reverse it but our priority is keeping the world safe from that weapon.” He turned to his children. “You three are in charge of research. Listen to Jinora and help her with this.”
For once Korra was surprised to see Meelo not talk back. Instead he nodded and led the way out of the room. She listened to the decisive tone of Jinora as she began to list books in rapid succession. She turned back to the others and found Asami staring at her, biting at her lower lip. One of her fists were clenched at her side.
She quickly turned away. Korra hadn't meant to make her worry even more. She took a deep breath and forced herself out the door. Mako called out to her but he quickly stopped. She wondered vaguely who had stopped him from going after her but continued on. She needed to meditate.
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Tenzin and Korra arrived at City Hall together. Both exhausted but ready to deal with whatever it was that Raiko wanted.
After everyone had left they had spent most of the night talking about different spirits who could alter the memories of people. Korra had brought up the dark one which had swallowed her up on her way to the Firelord all those years ago and Tenzin mentioned the spirit who had helped Zuko's mother. Jinora and the others found other stories of similar experiences however they all confirmed what Tenzin had said.
Spirits only altered one person's memories. They had yet to show the ability currently happening to Korra.
Outside of Raiko's office they met Asami, Varrick, Prince Wu, and Mako. It had been less than a day since she realized what was happening and she wasn't sure how fast it was working. So as she stood before the prince and Varrick, she didn't bother saying hello. Instead she kept a careful eye on the two, waiting for them to make the first move.
“So!” Varrick said as they all stood outside the office, waiting to be let in. “Anyone have any ideas why we were all called?”
“I assume it's to finalize the plans from yesterday's meeting.” Tenzin replied. Like Korra, he was eying the man warily. “Although that doesn't explain why he called for you.”
“Whoa! Hey now,” Varrick made a face. “I already said I'm on your side! I'm even working with Asami here.”
“It's true,” Asami said. She sounded less than pleased about the situation. “President Raiko called us to his office yesterday to ask us to come up with something to combat Kuvira's super weapon.”
Korra still said nothing. Finally at long last it seemed her friends had caught on to her silence. Asami glanced at Varrick and Wu with interest but her gaze stayed with Korra, unease making her brows crease. Mako was doing his best to keep a neutral expression but his eyes were alert as they passed between the men.
“What's up with you two?” Varrick asked. “You know you'll get even more wrinkles if you keep that long face up.”
At long last Korra felt a small spark of relief. If Varrick could still see her then maybe it wasn't quite as fast-acting as she and Tenzin thought.
“Ow!”
The sudden exclamation from the eccentric man had her heart sinking.
He held his head with one hand and glared up at his forehead. “Man, that's a nasty headache. If only Zhu Li were here.” Varrick's face became a mock face of sadness. “She'd do the thing and bring me my favorite tea. There was this one time when...”
“Varrick?” Korra tried, tentative. “You okay?”
However the man didn't seem to listen, so caught up in his monologue that no one seemed to be listening to except for Wu. Mako and Asami looked at Korra and she stared back at them. It wasn't like she was particularly upset about Varrick ignoring her.
He had yet to suddenly remember her again, like Bumi had last night. What did this mean for her? Exactly how was this affecting people? Did it depend on her relationship with them? Or did it even matter?
Before she could think further, Raiko's secretary opened the door and gestured with his hand. “President Raiko will see you now.”
Varrick walked in first, Prince Wu and Mako following behind him. Korra didn't wait for the others, worried about being left behind. As soon as they assembled in front of Raiko's desk, she waited for the President to notice her.
Korra shouldn't have bothered though. It was clear from the way he kept his eyes on Varrick and Asami that he wasn't aware of her at all. Beside her, Mako became tense and Korra had to remember to breathe to keep herself from yelling. There was no way she was going to let Raiko or anyone else use Spirit vines to power their weapons.
“I'm telling you what I told Kuvira.” Varrick narrowed his eyes. “That technology should not be used.”
“It's already being used, by Kuvira! I need Spirit Vine weapons and I need them now.”
“No.” Her voice was quiet and Raiko didn't even spare a look at her.
Thankfully Tenzin spoke for her. “It was the harvesting of vines which caused the disturbances of the Spirit Wilds in Republic City. We shouldn't tamper any further unless we want to disrupt the balance we only just recently achieved.”
“Your daughter can communicate with Spirits can she not?” Raiko demanded. “Have her figure out a way to get those vines, then.”
Tenzin's normally loose hands clenched into fists. “I will do no such thing. However,” He glanced at Korra. “We shall look into getting help from the Spirits. With their help we might be able to stop Kuvira from harvesting any more vines or they can help us protect the city.”
She nodded. With any luck, she'd convince at least a few spirits. Besides, she wanted to see if the amnesia was just focused on humans or if it affected them as well.
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Korra flew back to Air Temple Island. It was getting late and she had spent most of the afternoon trying to find a spirit to talk to her. While the Spirit Wilds were mostly fine now, tours had been canceled and the dense vines had been sectioned off by the police. She had been alone in the area, yelling and hearing the echoes of her voice around her. It hadn't been a satisfying experience.
She landed and headed for the pavilion. That's when she noticed the airbenders were preparing bisons. Jinora stood by the steps, watching them, impassively.
Korra approached her. “What's going on?”
“We're getting some of the bison ready to help with the evacuation. Even if it is voluntary, the city's going to need help getting everyone out if worse comes to worse. Some of the acolytes are going to the Western Air Temple too.” She paused. “Just in case.”
She nodded in understanding. “Sounds like a good plan.”
“What about you?” Jinora turned to her fully. “Dad said something about asking help from Spirits.”
“Yeah.” Korra rubbed the back of her neck. “Raiko's being stubborn about the whole Spirit vine powered weapons so Tenzin talked him down by telling him we'd look into getting help from them. I was in the Spirit Wilds just now and all the Spirits are leaving.”
Jinora's eyes widened then she raised a clenched fist to her chest. She looked like she wanted to raise it up to her chin just like her father often did. It was funny how certain mannerisms made it through a family.
“I haven't felt any Spiritual energy in a while so I guess that explains why.” She looked in the direction of Republic City. “I'd help but I already promised mom that I'd help her pack food.”
“Don't worry.” Korra offered her a smile. “I've got this now.”
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The pavilion was quiet and secluded. She sat down and inhaled the humid scent of the ocean. She closed her eyes and began to focus. Around her the wind played with her hair and she could hear the waves moving with the gusts. Soon her senses had ceased to pick up on her surroundings.
She opened her eyes and found herself at the Tree of Time. There were spirits lounging about, quiet and peaceful.
“Spirits,” she began. “This is the Avatar.”
She turned to look behind her, waiting to see a reaction only there was none. The Spirits continued as they were. Sitting, floating, or lying down.
“Oh no,” she thought. “No, this isn't happening.”
Spirits were just walking around, looking anywhere but at her. She was right here! She was in the Spirit World and she wasn't-she couldn't be invisible to them. Not them.
“Spirits!” She tried again, desperation sneaking into her voice. “This your Avatar, please listen to me!”
Suddenly one turned to her. His head was shaped like a bird's, beak a pale steel blue and eyes a droopy fire red. His body however was shaped like a fish, a feathered mane lining the length of his back. Slowly, he floated around her.
“We were merely respecting your wishes, Avatar.” He turned to face her fully.
Korra narrowed her eyes at him. “Respecting my wishes? What-Never mind. I came here to ask you all something.”
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As the spirits around her disappeared one by one, she let her shoulders fall in defeat. This wasn't how she expected the visit to go. She closed her eyes feeling around with her senses for more Spirits. There had to be some who would listen to her. She couldn't just give up after one group said no.
Well, more like one of them had said no and the others just decided to check out. She took a deep breath and concentrated. Soon the landscape around her was moving and she found herself on a large hill overlooking a dirt road.
She looked around. There weren't any Spirits here. So why-?
“Korra.” A voice said.
She turned in confusion. “Iroh?”
The old man came from the other side of the hill. He raised a hand in greeting but soon let it fall as he approached her. His brows were furrowed and he looked older than the last time she'd seen him.
“I don't know how much time I have before I no longer see you so I will attempt to be brief.” He said. “The Spirits returning have told me what has happened. I knew things were not well but I didn't know they were this severe. They tell me that many people in the entire world have forgotten about the Avatar.”
Korra froze, mouth falling open in shock. She hadn't known the reach of the amnesia had gone so far. She looked down at the ground, in defeat. “I thought it was just in Republic City... I didn't know.”
“Korra, you must reverse this.” Iroh continued, desperate. “The world needs its Avatar.”
“I'm still their Avatar,” Korra replied quickly. “I haven't left.”
“You are the bridge between worlds and right now you are distancing yourself from both. You must stop this before-” He was cut off mid-sentence as a dazed look crossed his face.
Tongue thick with uncertainty, Korra asked, tentative. “Iroh?”
The old man looked around, curiously before shrugging and turning to the road. He began to hum, a happy tune she didn't recognize. Soon his silhouette faded and a fog began to descend around her.
Her legs felt weak and Korra forced herself to breathe. She had to return to the physical world. If she stayed in the Spirit World any longer, she wasn't sure what would happen. She didn't want a repeat of her first visit here. Especially if Iroh couldn't see her.
Once back to her body, she lifted a hand up to her face. It was wet with tears.
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Tenzin came to wake her early the next morning. Raiko had scheduled another meeting just before noon and he had been called to attend. Even though the President hadn't asked for Korra, that didn't mean she could skip out on it. Raiko wanted daily updates from everyone and he would probably want to hear what Tenzin had to say about help from the Spirits.
Korra sat on her bed, staring down at her legs. After returning from the Spirit World yesterday she'd gone straight up to bed. She hadn't slept very well but it was better than facing everyone and telling them the bad news.
Even though no one remembered her, that didn't mean they weren't counting on her. She had to defeat Kuvira: no else was going to take that fight. She had failed once but she wasn't going to fail again.
She stood and began to stretch.
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Outside of the president's office, Korra pulled Mako and Bolin aside. Tenzin glanced at her but after a brief nod at him, he continued to walk on ahead, leaving them alone for a moment.
“Listen,” Korra said. “I'm thinking of going after Kuvira to see if I can stop her before she reaches Republic City.”
“What?” Mako balked. “No way you-”
“Korra,” Bolin cut in. “I saw that thing, you can't manage that on your own.”
“Hey kid!” Lin called from down the hallway. “C'mon!”
“On my way Chief!” Mako replied. He turned to Korra seriously. “We'll talk later. Don't-don't do anything yet.”
Korra watched him go. At least she had told him. Asami had been the first on her list but she and Varrick hadn't shown up. She wasn't even sure if telling her was a good idea. She'd probably react the same way Bolin and Mako had.
The former currently stood beside her, looking a little lost as he looked at her. She glanced at him and waited. Bolin was on the verge of asking her something.
Finally he offered, “I'm going to drop off Zhu Li at Asami's factory. Want to come with?”
She looked at him. He had spent the last few days with people who hadn't been affected by the amnesia and he had yet to know anything about it.
She sighed. “Yeah, just... This is going to be weird.”
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“Zhu Li can't even hear what I'm saying to you!” Bolin said in awe as she hailed a taxi. “How does this even work?”
Korra's shoulders were slumped as she slid inside and took a seat opposite Bolin and the former assistant. “I don't know. This is kind of... new. Most of the time whenever I'm around someone who doesn't notice me, I don't talk much. It's not like they can hear me. And everyone who's unaffected hasn't tried to talk to me whenever we're around those who are.” She scratched her head as she thought. “Though I guess that's also because I don't usually talk.”
Bolin was staring at Zhu Li who sat with her eyes focused straight ahead, hands clenching the fabric of her skirt. Korra could see her nerves were beginning to betray her the faster they began to move. She tore her gaze away and faced her friend who was suddenly looking at her intently.
“What?” She asked, defensive.
He paused for a moment, arms folding as he chewed on his lip. At long last he asked, “How do you feel about this? I know it's only been a few days since you really noticed but this has got to be a little more than weird for you.”
Korra's mouth opened a little in surprise. Bolin was the first to really ask her that. She supposed the others had probably been trying too but she hadn't really let them, always steering conversations toward their plans for Kuvira.
She closed her mouth, setting it in a firm line as she thought about the question. If she was honest with herself, the whole thing was incredibly upsetting more so than the hallucinations of herself (which thankfully had ceased to occur once she reconnected with Raava). Sure, no one terribly important had forgotten her completely (Bumi was still holding fast to his memories of her despite the headaches). But the very fact that it could was enough to crush her thoughts and completely bring her to a halt.
After a deep breath of fighting back down the panic that thought brought up she looked back up at Bolin. “It's.... terrifying. I don't know what to do about it. Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo are doing research and Tenzin and I help when we can but we've all been really busy with the whole Kuvira situation so we haven't been able to focus much on it.” She folded her hands together, tight. “I'm scared about what might happen but I keep telling myself, there are bigger things to worry about.”
Bolin shook his head. “I don't know how you're dealing with it. If I were you I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else.”
Korra shrugged. “Well at least Raiko isn't yelling at me about things. Plus it's kind of nice not being noticed in the street and asked where I've been all this time.”
She didn't bother responding to the last thing he said. Just because she wasn't talking about it, didn't mean she wasn't worried. She was. Terribly so. But Kuvira was at the forefront right now along with the lives of everyone in Republic City.
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“So,” Korra finished. “What do you think?”
Asami was staring out the window of the office. It overlooked the progress of the hummingbirds. Her arms were crossed and from where Korra was standing she couldn't see her face but her frame was still and tense. Korra felt her body responding in kind as she waited for a response.
Finally Asami turned to them, one hand lifting up to her chin. “It's worth a shot. But if you think for a second I'm letting you go alone, you're wrong.”
Korra's eyes widened. “What? No, you've got the hummingbirds to look after. If I fail we need to have a back-up plan.”
“Varrick can handle them. He knows the designs just as well as I do.” Asami replied shortly. “And if you fail, who's going to be there to back you up?”
“No,” Korra shook her head. “I can't have you risk yourself. This is-”
“We're not leaving you alone with this,” Bolin put in. “If Mako were here he'd say the same thing too. We're going with you.”
Korra turned from one then to the other. The little she had heard of the weapon scared her and she couldn't-she wouldn't let them go with her. Bolin had already faced it with the Beifongs, she wouldn't force him to go in front of it again.
“No.”
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She and Asami argued for most of the night, each trying to convince the other. Bolin sat by and watched, meekly offering Asami support but quieting when Korra glared at him. Korra had been ready to leave without supplies but Bolin asked her to wait for Mako.
“If you think about leaving I'll stop you.” His frame was loose and open, as he sat on the couch but his eyes were determined as he looked at her.
So she had stayed.
Asami set up two cots for them in her office, making sure Korra took the one furthest from the door, while she slept on her couch. Even though they had stopped arguing things were still strained. Sleep when it came was restless and lacking.
Mako showed up early the next morning, apologizing for taking so long (“I was trying to convince Wu to leave but he won't listen. He's taking this evacuation very seriously.”) they all headed for the Satomobile downstairs.
Korra refused to sit by Asami (her arguments had made sense but she still wasn't going to agree and let them come with her) so Mako (confused about their short tempers) had taken the passenger seat, leaving Bolin to sit next to her. He kept glancing from Korra to Asami before sighing quietly. Silence was heavy and palpable as they drove.
“So did Korra tell you what she's planning?” Asami asked, voice raspy as she made a particularly sharp left turn.
Mako subtly glanced at Korra with raised brows. She crossed her arms and said nothing. He looked like a fox antelope caught in headlights as Asami repeated the question. “Yeah she mentioned it yesterday. I-”
“We're going with her,” Asami said with such finality that Korra finally snapped.
“No, you're not.” She burst out. “You guys need to stay here. If I fail and get myself killed or hurt that's one thing but if you guys-if anything happens to you because of me, I... I can't let that happen. It can't let you guys get hurt because of me.”
“Korra.” Mako's voice was firm but gentle. “The world may have forgotten about you but we haven't. We can't let you go by yourself.”
“Back at Zaofu I realized too late what was happening,” Bolin added. “But right now, I can do something. If anything happens to you and I'm not there to stop it, I'll never forgive myself.”
“You might be the Avatar,” Asami followed up. “But you don't know anything about technology. You're going to need me to disable whatever she's got. And if we get hurt or... whatever, that's fine. We all know what we're signing up for, Korra.”
She looked from one to the other as they spoke. Beside her Bolin looked at her earnestly and as she looked in the rearview mirror, she saw both Mako and Asami were staring at her, expectant. Finally she nodded.
“Fine. I can't convince you guys. But if I tell you to leave, promise me you'll go. I... I'll come back.”
She knew she didn't have to explain what she meant. Their grim expressions let her know they understood. She turned to look out at the city passing by them. This was her home. She wasn't going to let anything happen to it or to the people she loved.
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