✖ ((Tiny Yakone once again wondering why he's a side-blog! :D))
Both Amon and his brother were long gone, but Tahno still slept with his door locked at night, something he had never bothered to do before.
Korra had told him the truth about them, how Amon seemingly took away bending using bloodbending, how ironic it was that Tarrlok ended up fighting him, ending in how she could give him his bending back. He had been happy at the time, but he had been naive back then.
He'd had no idea getting his bending back would feel this dirty, this shameful.
He didn't know if Korra felt it too and he was too full of pride to ask. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be able to bloodbend should he try; in fact, he thought he may have done it once or twice during a particularly intense pro-bending match. Korra had never told him just how Amon and Tarrlok were related but word travels fast in Republic City, and it wasn't long before Tahno overheard his teammates whispering about Yakone when they thought he wasn't listening.
Tahno hadn't thought about his temporary foray into the crime scene for years; he had been poor at the time, living on the streets and desperate just to make it through the night. It only lasted as long as he needed to be able to get himself a proper job, and he hadn't regretted it since; but he knew people would see it differently.
He knew if word got out that he had not only worked for the biggest mobster in the City but that his former boss' son had nearly destroyed the benders overnight that any semblance of a career he had would be over.
Now more than ever he hated Yakone. Hated the man for taking him in when he needed it; hated him for kicking him out later on. Hated him for being there, for making Tahno think he was gone, and then coming back again later in the form of the Equalists. In the form of the man who had assaulted Tahno and taken his bending away, bending Yakone himself had helped improve.
Yes, his newly-returned waterbending felt very, very dirty.
