Finally over his minor tantrum, Zuko adjusted his pack so it rested more comfortably against his back and attached the sheathe of the machete to his belt. The knife was nearly ruined but he kept it anyway, reasoning that they might be able to sharpen it again somehow.
He didn't know how to even approach Korra. The situation was just weird. So he opted to do what he always did when he didn't know what to do, which was soldier on forwards.
"A couple months now. I know it sounds crazy but they have a way of bringing people back from the dead. That's what they do to the people here, have them all kill each other and revive them over and over. The only way out of it is winning and even then they don't let you go home. They have it all set up with special machines so the people of their nation can watch us all suffer. They find it entertaining and they punish anyone that speaks out against them, so watch your mouth."
It seemed like a good warning to give any Avatar, given how Aang had trouble keeping his mouth shut, too. Their entire motivations and drive were geared towards restoring balance and preventing things like the arenas from coming about so he doubted Korra would feel any different and she needed to know to keep it under wraps, at least until the arena was over. There were more secretive places to communicate back in the Capitol.
He drew out the machete, eyeing the stone platform above and the people climbing and rappelling down.
"We need to move. Some people here aren't exactly what you'd call friendly when the only way out of this is killing everyone else," he said dryly.
He'd have time to make nice with the other Avatar later. Right now, they needed to get somewhere (marginally) safer.
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He didn't know how to even approach Korra. The situation was just weird. So he opted to do what he always did when he didn't know what to do, which was soldier on forwards.
"A couple months now. I know it sounds crazy but they have a way of bringing people back from the dead. That's what they do to the people here, have them all kill each other and revive them over and over. The only way out of it is winning and even then they don't let you go home. They have it all set up with special machines so the people of their nation can watch us all suffer. They find it entertaining and they punish anyone that speaks out against them, so watch your mouth."
It seemed like a good warning to give any Avatar, given how Aang had trouble keeping his mouth shut, too. Their entire motivations and drive were geared towards restoring balance and preventing things like the arenas from coming about so he doubted Korra would feel any different and she needed to know to keep it under wraps, at least until the arena was over. There were more secretive places to communicate back in the Capitol.
He drew out the machete, eyeing the stone platform above and the people climbing and rappelling down.
"We need to move. Some people here aren't exactly what you'd call friendly when the only way out of this is killing everyone else," he said dryly.
He'd have time to make nice with the other Avatar later. Right now, they needed to get somewhere (marginally) safer.