Dear Father,I continue to try to move on, to put you out of my head, but--How am I supposed toWhy would youI wanted you back for so long, and youHow am I supposed to understand a situation so horribly confused that Korra now seems more trustworthy thanI know, Father.I know what you wanted to do. You would have had us killed, wouldn't you? Your own children? Your wife?You said you loved us. You said we were brilliant. You said Mother was your star. You said you were blessed. Did you mean any of it? Any at all?Before Korra told us about your plans, I thought that you did, that you just got too wrapped up in your goals to remember. Now, I don't believe a word of it.Although I suppose now I understand why you were so angry at me for not being the Avatar. I probably ought to count myself lucky you didn't throw Desna and me into prison with the armless bitch.If this is how they felt, too, I can see why they hate us so much. Because I'm fairly certain that I hate you now, too. I couldn't before. Even after all you did. Now I can. Congratulations,Your disappointment.