"Of course I will," Korra answered.
The suddenness of her response took me off guard, though I really should have been prepared for it. Korra never committed to anything halfheartedly.
I took a deep breath. "Getting hurt in Vesna, losing my memories…recovering has given me much to think about. Too much, maybe. Fyren said that humans' memories are a cohesive influence. But when they broke apart, I could see them for the individual experiences they were. And the patterns within them. Over and over, I've been forced to the brink, stripped of power, dignity, and freedom. Not just freedom from curses, but... choice, I guess. Being a slave, then being controlled by the soul binder, tortured by the inquisitors, and being forced to watch as Lord Byron slowly tortured and killed Aurle. I couldn't do anything."
Korra remained quiet as I started crying again. I took a deep breath, my voice trembling.
