... but they gave it up so that they could help her, and possibly save her from herself. The last time she had gone into the Avatar state she had decimated a quarter of Republic City. She can still smell the smoke, and the scent of blood that clung to the air from that day. She sees the crying people, the bodies in the streets, and at that moment she knew there was no coming back from that.
Mako took their departure the hardest. She hears him when he frequently goes off into the night, possibly to clear his head. The guilt leaves a bitter taste in her mouth because even though he is with her, even after everything, she has taken him further away from the one thing that she knows that he ever wanted for he and his brother – stability.
Bolin's sleeping bag rustles beside hers and she notices him shift in his sleep. Korra sighs and sits up, deciding that it would be best to talk to Mako. Even now, she hasn't apologized for uprooting him like this, it was too difficult to put into words what she was feeling, especially after the first few days. But, she knows that she won't ever get a decent night's sleep again unless she tell him.
She walks through the forest, following the footprints that he's left behind. Her own pace is sluggish and dread claws at her heart. This isn't a conversation that she doesn't want to have. She isn't used to apologizing, until her recently her world was so simple. It was her against the world in a way, she fought life every step of the way, and laugh...