An Alliance?
The words hung in the air, a cold weight that crushed all other sounds. For a long, dreadful second, the only thing I could hear was the frantic, useless beat of my own heart.
"What?" Elise asked, her voice barely a whisper. R'lissea's head snapped up, her exhaustion vanishing beneath a wave of pure disbelief.
Korra shot to her feet, her chair scraping against the floor. "Aerion! You can't be serious! You were working with the church?"
Aerion didn't flinch. His gaze was steady, a calm in the center of the storm he had just unleashed. He held up a hand, a placating gesture that did nothing to soothe the fury radiating from Korra. He looked past her, to each of us, before he finally answered.
"Not the church. The High Inquisitor, Lord Evlon," he corrected. "Our interests aligned for a brief, fragile moment."
