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She remains unbent as weathered stone, beaten and shaped by the sea. She bends – the elements, those around her, in all their ever-changing shapes, their shadows which she flings off as water from her dark skin. She is Korra. He loves to drag the 'rr' of her name between his teeth, taste the syllables as he might taste her skin. He can't. She is not him; she is unbent, unbroken, taking each blow this awful world offers, bending them back, away. Push. Pull. She is bruised but unbroken, fallen but never cut down. Tahno wishes he was more like her.