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Jagged canyon walls cut into a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise, their shadows lying cold and long across the parched earth. The air hung heavy with dust and the metallic taste of fatigue. Behind her, Mako and Bolin moved like ghosts, their steps dragging, while Asami's fingers were bone-white on her pack straps. Korra's teeth ground together, a constant pressure in her skull. When you stumbled, when that muttered word—a gripe, a defiance—reached her ears, something in her chest fractured. She whirled, eyes like frozen flame, and in three swift strides she had you pinned, her knee pressing into your sternum, her face so close you could feel the heat of her anger. The others halted, a still life of shock. 'I can't believe you, you. Letting you join was the single worst decision…