"Tell me you're alright…" Korra pleaded, cradling your body in her arms, indifferent to the blood that had stained her.

She couldn't come to terms with what had transpired – Korra felt like he had utterly failed as a leader. She couldn't bear the thought of losing you; she had already lost too much.

"You're not going to die on me." Korra whispered, gently tracing her fingers over your face, attempting to wipe away the blood, as if she could convince herself that everything would be alright.