"You're sorry?" I echoed duly. The word reverberated through my mind, swirling faster and faster until it plunged into my soul, igniting a spark of white-hot fury. Words bubbled up in my chest, breaking past my natural timid restraint and erupting through my lips. "Sorry? What are you sorry for? For letting Korra die? For allowing the inquisitors to defile her with their filthy hands? Korra, who called you a beloved friend to the very end…you're just going to abandon her?"
At the end of my outburst, I found myself standing, my chair cast out behind me. My tail lashed violently at my feet and my hands gripped the edge of the table hard. Levin stared at me, open-mouthed, his face pale.
