I don't know. I'd. Have to talk to her about it. I mean, what if she shows up and she's from ten years in the future? Or four years ago, before Amon? It's a mess. I can't think about this right now.

( there's a frustrated noise, and he just rips a bit of grass out by the roots, shakes it off his hands.

spirits. what even is normal? mako has no idea anymore. 'normal' for him is still... living in a garbage heap, scrounging out of bins, stealing clothing off washing lines because he grew like a weed and going barefoot for want of shoes. being hungry all the time. it doesn't matter how long he's been off the streets, that's still what his mind defaults to.

and then what, dating asami and korra at the same time isn't enough for him to think about, but. other people, too? he's not sure if he can even care about anyone else when all his love is tied up in the girls and bolin. it's a finite resource for him, he isn't... wired like bolin and korra and even asami, who can be so gracious and good and open. who can love endlessly, accepting the consequences in doing so. )

Korra, 'normal' for me just means working a hundred hours a week busting crooks in Republic City.

( they're being honest with each other, right? well, that's his admission. mako has never known or... understood how to live for himself. it seems ridiculous to consider who he is when he's not making himself indispensable to someone because he's. afraid the answer is nothing. )