In a canon-divergent AU where Amon is imprisoned rather than killed, Korra makes the decision to go speak with him amidst a new civil war brewing in Republic City in the wake of his capture. She wants answers - a resolution to the lingering nightmar...
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Korra let out a deep sigh, trying to hold back tears.
Amon had been imprisoned, his bending taken from him. His rebellion had been 'stopped.' But things in Republic City were worse than ever; not only were the Equalists more outraged than ever, having been duped by their former leader, but many angered benders in the city were rising up as well, declaring war against any Equalist, former or not. The police were hopelessly outnumbered and in over their heads trying to keep the peace, and the city leaders were beginning to consider military occupation from the United forces - and Korra was fighting them vigilantly on it.
"It'll only make things worse!" She'd vehemently protested. "If you herd these people like cattle, they're going to fight you every step of the way. Military occupation is not the way to handle this! Did you learn nothing from Tarrlok's escapades?!"
Tenzin seemed to be the only one of the rag-tag group of leaders who had any faith in her - but even he was beginning to wear down. "Korra - Republic City is changing. We are in the middle of a metamorphosis as we shift toward a presidential democracy... I'm not sure that there is any other way. The last thing we need as elections loom over us is a full civil war."
"Well you've got one!" Korra yelled, frustrated. "Whether you like it or not! How can you people even think about having an election during a time like this?!"
Tenzin sighed. "We need leadership. This very revolution has proven that the Council is not an effective form of government. If you have a better idea on how to handle this - we'd all love to hear it."
She'd been so angry. She still was - but that anger stemmed from confusion and frustration. She was lost. It had all seemed a little easier when she'd had a direct opponent to face - Amon.
But apparently cutting off the head of the snake didn't make it any less dangerous. It was still writhing desperately in its struggle to survive; and worse, there was another snake, growing and growing until...
Until the city tore itself apart.
Amon. Pulling her knees to her chest, Korra thought back to her conversation with him - how he'd scared the living daylights out of her, brought back all the nightmares she'd had of him, like the devastation of losing her bending; but he'd also given her a lot to think about, and she couldn't help pondering their meeting multiple times. It was ironic how he was the one imprisoned, all his goals foiled, and she was the one free to do whatever she chose - yet he'd seemed so cool, so confident... and she was utterly lost.
"Korra?"
A familiar voice lifted her attention from her boots and she saw Asami approaching, a small bag in her hands. In moments the statuesque ravenette was seated next to her and unpacking a small bento and a pair of chopsticks. "I brought you something. You've gotta eat, you know."
Korra shook her head. Asami frowned, still offering the bento. "Please? Pretty please?"
The Avatar finally turned her gaze to her friend and gave her a small, practiced smile. "You remember the first speech I ever gave in Republic City?"
