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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"Yoooo, Makoooo... woah. You look like someone just murdered a puppy."
Mako sighed, setting some files down on the desk and looking up at the person who'd come to visit. "Can I help you, Bolin?"
"Then again, you kinda always look like someone just murdered a puppy - oh! Yeah! Wanna grab some lunch? The shop down the street is having a special on dumplings."
Mako gestured to the piles of paperwork on his desk. "Does it look like I have time for lunch?"
Bolin's face fell. "But... the dumpling special..." Seeing Mako's stressed expression, he settled down in the chair on the other side of the desk. "They got you busy with all the stuff revolving around the Equalists?"
Mako nodded solemnly, staring at an open file in front of him. "Yeah. It's bad, Bolin. Civil war. Even more than what you see in the streets. Rumors of some bender giving people their bending back."
"What?!" Bolin leaned forward in his chair. "No way - seriously? That's some juicy stuff!"
"Yeah. Juicy." Mako rolled his eyes. "But I'm gonna set up an underground investigation as soon as possible. I gotta find out if it's true. Because if it is - that means there's another bloodbender in Republic City. A strong one. Maybe as strong as Amon... or Korra herself." Mako grimaced. "And if it's connected to the civil war we've got going on, I'm willing to bet money that this bloodbender is a part of the Benders' revolution."
Bolin's face paled. "That's... not good. Right...?"
"No, Bolin. Not good."
"You can't be serious."
"I can. And I am." Korra furrowed her brows stubbornly as the pair entered the police station a couple days later. Korra had deliberated on Amin's demands and finally decided to acquiesce. Asami obviously was even less enthused than Korra about the idea.
"Korra - if you give in to a criminal's demands, they'll just keep making more. And you can't trust him! He nearly destroyed the city trying to take you down!"
"This is why I didn't want to tell you!" Korra responded, voice raising. At the hurt look on Asami's face, she softened up. "Listen. I don't want to do this... but I feel like I have to do this. And if it turns sour... I'll accept responsibility for that. Can you at least trust me?"
Asami frowned, but seemed to relent, though it was clear on her face that she still disagreed. "I'm not the Avatar," she said softly. As Korra turned to descend the steps to the prison area, Asami touched her arm gently. "Please. Be careful."
Korra nodded, her face flushing with warmth. Ever since all the crap with Mako had happened, she and Asami had been much closer. She'd never expected to be such good friends with the girl she had once been very jealous of. But at least she was here now, and Korra wouldn't trade her for anything.
