"Asami? Ever since Republic City was attacked, I've been thinking. There's really not a whole lot to say, I guess, but if there's anyone I can talk to about this, it's you."
The verb of attack lost its destabilizing agent long ago.
National feuds only served as a reminder on how pathetic humans can be. Her kind cannot see past difference, and it cannot accept it. Those infringing the meaning of change in the most radical of ways tend to bring turmoil, poverty and segregation into the homelands —her homeland being one of them. Republic City, hereby mentioned as the pinnacle of change, became nothing more than a target. No longer would she think of her city as a progressive and democratic land, now it is only a blank page waiting for equalizing authors to write comments rallying for support.
It’s a matter of perspective:
Future industries took a big blow when the warehouse was destroyed, it goes well with property damage and ruined inventory don’t you think? Almost on the brink of bankruptcy –again. Plus, add the death of her father into the mix.
Him and his legacy almost completely erased.
Despite her steps on the trenching darkness, Asami knew that she wasn’t the only one who has suffered. The realization was coupled with blinks; the stare aimed at the avatar is not timid –it’s solid. She needs to be alright, at least for Korra, the girl who needs a strong figure the most. She’s well aware how the troubling situations are taking a toll on the avatar’s self-value; she’s no longer fresh from the tribe.
“Is there something on your mind?”