บท 292: Daughter of Fate

As the divine presence of Fate left the priest, Korra stared at me, eyes wide. "When did you learn to talk like that? It was like you were an entirely different–."

She broke off, the wonder turning to worry, as I sagged, exhausted. It had almost been too much to hold it all in, and now that the false god was gone, I finally allowed the storm raging inside to show. All of the stress, fear, and pain came out at once, and had she not caught me, I would have fallen.

"They killed her," I sobbed, burying my face in her shoulder. "They killed her!"

"Shhhh," Korra murmured. She pulled me tight against her with a hand on my back and softly stroked my hair with the other. "It's alright now. He's gone."

"How could they do that? How can they replace her so easily? Why do they want to hurt me so much?"