[Korra's prepared to wait him and his pushy annoying insensitive stubbornness out.
Except.
There's a dagger she picked up from one of her training lessons with Arthur, and it gives Korra an idea. She can't explain where it comes from, or why it seems like the only possible solution.
But.
She picks it up, testing its weight and balance in her hand. Adjusts her grip. Walks silently outside to where he sits.
no subject
Except.
There's a dagger she picked up from one of her training lessons with Arthur, and it gives Korra an idea. She can't explain where it comes from, or why it seems like the only possible solution.
But.
She picks it up, testing its weight and balance in her hand. Adjusts her grip. Walks silently outside to where he sits.
And plunges the knife into his back.]