Korra stood over the fallen High Inquisitor, her shoulders slumping as adrenaline gave way to exhaustion. Gayron moved beside her, his winking out one by one like embers. She turned to him, offering a weak smile, before her gaze drifted over his shoulder, falling on us. She stiffened, her expression sharpening.
I offered a small wave, unable to muster the heart for a smile. It hurt to see them looking so worn down and weary, standing amid the dead as they were.
"The hell are you doing here? I thought we told you to stay away!" Korra shouted, storming toward us. Gayron sighed, shaking his head as he trailed after her.
"Korra, she's the one who brought me," Victor said, catching her with a hand on her shoulder.
Korra shook it off, turning her glare on him. "Yeah? About time you started doing something useful! Get bored of moping around after your precious church betrayed you?"
Victor flinched. He opened his mouth to respond, but R'lissea stepped between them, her expression stern.
