Gayron snorted at my question, though he managed, with visible effort, to keep the disdain from his voice. "What kind of question is that? You have all this power and come out with an 'excuse me?' I'd heard heroes were pathetic, but you…?"
"I-I'm sorry," I said, quickly ducking my head and gripping my skirt tightly.
The horror of what I had almost done to the Apostle of Fire still weighed heavily upon me, leaving me feeling raw and vulnerable. I knew I should have more confidence, but the truth was, I just wanted to hide behind someone. I glanced at Fable, hopeful, but he was conveniently staring in another direction. Looks like I had to face this provocative demonkin alone.
Well, maybe not alone. Korra leveled a glare at Gayron. "You're right about that, actually, but not in the way you think. Anyone too blind to see Xiviyah for who she is and judge for who they think she should be is pathetic. That makes you just like them. By your own words: pathetic."
