Well, I hope you don't die. And I will refrain from being jealous that you get to spend however long in a nice hotel. Did you see Lysithea's room?! It looks amazing.
Don't you think that makes it even more suspicious? When has Deerington ever given us good, nice things without some kind of catch? The nicer the town is being, the worse we should expect the outcome to be.
There's no such thing as a better kidnapping. If it's a kidnapping it's inherently bad, and again, there are actual funeral programs here telling us exactly what's going to happen while we are here so it's by definition a worse kidnapping.
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize that trying to keep you alive was so stifling. By all means, go get lost in the blizzard and end up at this hotel that has already warned us that we're going to die now.
[ Please don't die, Wu. Dealing with himself dying is bad enough, and Mako's been kind of an anxious mess since getting here, and the idea that Wu could die without Mako even trying to stop it is too much to handle. ]
[ Wu must be pretty bored to keep texting him after that. Mako is... weirdly relieved? To get the text.
He'll think about that later.
For now, he snaps a picture of his room, which he did manage to find after some determined and frustrated searching.
It is very nice. Distinctly, Wu will recognize, like his room in the Four Elements: the same large bed, the same hardwood floor layered with plush carpet, but in tones of red and dark wood rather than green and gold.
The difference is the windows. Spread out on the wall adjacent to the bed is an entire wall of windows, small-paned and lined with dark iron, which look out over a view of Republic City at night, shining with a million lights. It isn't night, or it shouldn't be, but that's what's visible anyway. The moon hangs heavy over Yue Bay. ]
It's nice. My closet is full of some really weird clothes, but it's nice. There's a stove.
That is a beautiful view. Republic City is at its most beautiful at night. The lights look like little stars. I used to imagine all the people there, that each light would represent.
I worry about home, too. If Guan takes the election, if I'm his puppet
Well. I'm not sure it's worth worrying about when we can't do anything about it.
[ Mako just stares at those words for a few moments, his lips parted silently. He hadn't really put it into those words, but— ]
I used to do the same thing. There was a second level that we slept on, even higher. Our beds were close to the window, so you could see the whole city and the bay. It was cold in the winter, but that was when it looked the best.
[ That was more than he intended to say but the words are sent before Mako can think better of them. He clears his throat into the silence of his room, staring out the window for a few long, quiet moments before he remembers to respond to the rest. ]
Don't worry about home, but we're not going to let that happen. That's why we're there, remember? We already won a war. We can figure this out.
You'd like the clothes. I don't even know how you're supposed to wear most of these. They're weird.
Maybe it's naive to trust Korra that much but after everything with Harmonic Convergence, I know that some holdout fanatic isn't going to be able to stop her.
There are so many, and I can't find any normal ones.
[ Mako picks up with a small worry that something is wrong, which is immediately soothed by Wu's demand. He rolls his eyes, clearly fighting a smile. ]
Should've known. At least I have what I'm already wearing.
[ But he shifts up off the bed all the same, padding over the floor to the closet at the other end of the room. For a second there's just a view of his face as he frowns, trying to flip the feed around, and then it flips to show a dizzyingarray of clothes. ]
They're beautiful. [ Wu sighs, leaning on a hand. He's on the floor of Mako's room, draped over Naga. She's good company, but not much for conversation. ] Mako! I feel like you're the torture for me, telling me to stay here. Clothes? Nice rooms? Probably room service?! And you're telling me to stay here.
You should try that jacket on. The one with the flowers. I think it'd suit you.
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Well, I hope you don't die. And I will refrain from being jealous that you get to spend however long in a nice hotel. Did you see Lysithea's room?! It looks amazing.
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Don't you think that makes it even more suspicious? When has Deerington ever given us good, nice things without some kind of catch? The nicer the town is being, the worse we should expect the outcome to be.
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Fine. I will stay put and look after the animals.
Have fun without me.
Try to have fun. It seems like a pity not to.
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You're insufferable, you know that?
I realize that you want to protect me, but it's a bit stifling. Is this what my life is going to be like now?
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But no, instead you say "don't do this." I realize the danger. I'm not a child.
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Fine.
Thank you.
I'll take your warning under advisement.
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[ Please don't die, Wu. Dealing with himself dying is bad enough, and Mako's been kind of an anxious mess since getting here, and the idea that Wu could die without Mako even trying to stop it is too much to handle. ]
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Is it really nice there?
This house is very large and very empty.
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He'll think about that later.
For now, he snaps a picture of his room, which he did manage to find after some determined and frustrated searching.
It is very nice. Distinctly, Wu will recognize, like his room in the Four Elements: the same large bed, the same hardwood floor layered with plush carpet, but in tones of red and dark wood rather than green and gold.
The difference is the windows. Spread out on the wall adjacent to the bed is an entire wall of windows, small-paned and lined with dark iron, which look out over a view of Republic City at night, shining with a million lights. It isn't night, or it shouldn't be, but that's what's visible anyway. The moon hangs heavy over Yue Bay. ]
It's nice. My closet is full of some really weird clothes, but it's nice. There's a stove.
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Makes me miss home. That's exactly the view from the apartment above the arena. The windows are the same.
I hope the city is okay.
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That is a beautiful view. Republic City is at its most beautiful at night. The lights look like little stars. I used to imagine all the people there, that each light would represent.
I worry about home, too. If Guan takes the election, if I'm his puppet
Well. I'm not sure it's worth worrying about when we can't do anything about it.
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I used to do the same thing. There was a second level that we slept on, even higher. Our beds were close to the window, so you could see the whole city and the bay. It was cold in the winter, but that was when it looked the best.
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Don't worry about home, but we're not going to let that happen. That's why we're there, remember? We already won a war. We can figure this out.
You'd like the clothes. I don't even know how you're supposed to wear most of these. They're weird.
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The walls in Ba Sing Se meant that I couldn't see very much. Only walls. Republic City is so much more beautiful.
I'd love to see it from there, someday.
And, yes. We won't. It just feels hopeless. At least, when I was taken, Korra still had her mind. I can only hope she keeps it.
...you should show me these clothes.
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There are so many, and I can't find any normal ones.
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Should've known. At least I have what I'm already wearing.
[ But he shifts up off the bed all the same, padding over the floor to the closet at the other end of the room. For a second there's just a view of his face as he frowns, trying to flip the feed around, and then it flips to show a dizzying array of clothes. ]
They're weird, right?
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You should try that jacket on. The one with the flowers. I think it'd suit you.
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