[Wan eventually calmed down after picking up a few crumbling buildings near the barrier and tossing them against it. And late in the evening he returned to their house. But he didn't go inside. He sat on the roof in the remains of the first garden he'd started. The broken stone trellis room giving him shelter under the cloudy night sky. He stared up at it for at least an hour before he opened his phone and called Korra.
He knew she was probably trying to get to sleep. He didn't care. He needed to know if this was yet another secret she'd been keeping from him.
The phone was on video, but it showed nothing more distinct than the clouds in the sky because Wan set it to the side and spoke just loud enough to be heard, leaving it on loud speaker.]
Storage.
[Nothing else really needed to be said, did it?]
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[The silence on her end probably speaks for itself already, but her words, softly spoken, and riddled with guilt, make it difficult to overlook her prior knowledge of it.]
I know. [A beat.] It's not how I wanted people to find out.
[Wan's response to that came after his own silence. The anger boiled up again, but it was tempered with simple anguish. Hurt. Betrayal. And he couldn't keep the last out of his voice when he responded, tone bitter.]
How did you want them to find out? They stumble upon it and find a friend, a wife, a daughter. Their bodies laying there, lifeless in boxes when for a months the only thing that got them through the day was the knowledge that if someone wasn't here anymore they were at least outside Yao Corp's grasp? Is that how you wanted people to find out?
[Korra winces, drawing her legs up to her chest, suddenly feeling cold. She's never heard him use that tone with her before, and she knows she deserves it for keeping it from him, though she's still conflicted. Part of her is telling her Wan and the others are right, that they deserved to know earlier. The other part, suspicious and weary after a year in Haven and supported by the other friends who knew, still says it was for the best. She doesn't know anymore.
She sounds tired when she replies.]
No, I--I knew it would be almost impossible to get in there right now. [No one would be able to just stumble upon it. Korra's words gains a hesitant quality when she talks again, voice sounding a little small, even to her own ears. ] I was kind of hoping we'd just...tell everyone once we knew how to get there and break them out.
[Well, Fujimaru saw Wan's rampage (because, honestly, it was hard to miss), and given that it happened to take place immediately after the general populace's learning about storage, the conversations of which he'd been listening to, it doesn't take a genius to figure out the cause.
More importantly (to Fujimaru, at least), he remembers that Wan is someone close to Korra.]
[Mako's gone. And Steve-- knows that Korra's lost more than enough people recently, so. He just shows up at her doorstep that morning after his run, didn't even stop to change out of his jogging gear.]
Morning, Korra. Up for a run?
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[Korra leans against the doorway, giving him a wan smile. Though she's still in her sleep clothes--a black shirt with a red S-shield and a pair of worn shorts--the tired look on her face says she didn't get much sleep.]
Hey. [It takes her a second to consider his offer.] I could use the distraction. Give me a few minutes to change?
[Morgan had told him to support Korra after news of Storage had gotten out. It seemed Korra was one of the few people getting the brunt of the backlash, and though he didn't know Korra as well as he would've liked to, he still wanted to help her.]
[She's had some time to cool off by now, but thoughts of Storage are still weighing heavily on her. Considering she and Axl have only spoken a few times, getting a call from him is a little surprising.]
Yeah...I'm fine. [Korra pauses, then asks cautiously: ] Why're you asking?
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