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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When Korra came back to Amon's cell a couple of days later, she only felt a small twinge of fear. The nightmares still happened - but something about the exchange between Amon and his brother had somehow turned the tides. She strode up to the cell with confidence that wasn't entirely false, settling her hands on her hips. "So you gonna tell me what all of that was about the other day??"
Amon was sitting against the wall with his arm propped up on a lifted knee, the other leg stretched out in front of him. Blue eyes pierced her, his expression unreadable. "So the Avatar is nosy, too."
Korra's lips quirked. "Call me curious."
"It's none of your business."
There was a dangerous glint in his sharp eyes that sent a shiver down Korra's spine and she averted her gaze for a moment, swallowing down the fear. Despite the vulnerability she'd seen with Tarrlok's presence, he was still Amon. The demon that took her bending. That nearly destroyed a city. That deceived so many innocent people into committing crimes for him. She could not, would not underestimate him ever again.
Still, Korra was stubborn and knew she needed to stand her ground or he would consider her even weaker than he already did. "It is my business since I'm the one that made it happen," she countered firmly. "So spill the beans."
He stared at her for a long moment and she fought to stay vigilant under its penetration. She would not back down. Frankly Korra didn't fully understand why she was so indignant on hearing the truth about their past, about everything they went through. Maybe it was just an attempt to assert dominance to ease her own fears. She didn't really think it through; then again, she'd always been one to punch first, ask questions later.
Finally Amon shifted to sit with his legs crossed, hands on his knees. "I have no obligation to tell you anything, Avatar Korra. You are the one who needs my help." Before Korra could retort, he continued. "However... I'm feeling... sentimental."
Korra snorted. "I wouldn't have even known you had feelings at all if I hadn't seen you with Tarrlok. And I'm still pretty convinced that was just an act."
"And all the proof you have is my word," Amon rumbled, a hint of amusement in his raspy voice. "When the only proof you have is circumstantial... simply choose what you want to believe."
Silence reigned. Korra sat down across from him, far enough away from the cell that there'd be no way he could reach her. She mimicked his sitting position, her blue eyes filled with what she hoped was authority and not fear. "I choose to believe you're the monster that took away my bending."
"A futile victory, considering you got it back."
Korra grit her teeth. "Yeah. I did. Who's the powerless one now?"
Amon didn't flinch. "I believe we have had this conversation, Avatar." His eyes glinted, making Korra shiver. "Emotional power is just as strong as physical power. But you know that, don't you? I can see it, all over your face."
