...t they liked to talk about – and she had damaged their first real home.
The guilt weighs heavily in the pit of her stomach.
"I'm sorry," Her voice cracks, she's not used to apologizing and the words come uneasily and forced. She holds his gaze for a moment before he turns away from her.
"You're not going to say anything?" Korra asks, her voice is sharp with bitterness – but she's not really angry at him. She can't be. So why did she feel such an intense pressure from within, threatening to erupt?
"What am I supposed to say?" Mako's words cut her deeply. She had expected anger, but she hadn't expected this. She had never seen him look so defeated.
"Tenzin said he would pay for the damages," She tries gently, but her words seem to do little to soothe him. Korra feels fear – cold and sharp claw at her insides.
"I mean, he said that he would, and I'd be happy to help with anything that you need! I-" Korra can feel herself falling into a panicked ramble, until Mako cuts her off.
"I know you didn't mean to do it." He says tightly – his voice is so controlled, as though he might snap at any moment. "But you still did it. So, let's not talk about this anymore, okay?"
Korra can feel the frown etching it's way onto her face. She doesn't like this answer – doesn't like the uncertainty. Had she just lost the only two friends that she had other than Naga? A sort of nervous panic buzzes inside of her, turning her insides into knots as the anxiousnes...