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[POV: Amon]

The shadows within me stirred as I contemplated myself during meditation. It was like a hand had reached into a dirt-filled pond and instigated a movement that had obscured the waters completely. I could no longer see. No longer tell where I began and where I ended. If I was part of the universe of if the universe was a part of me. What was I? Amon. A being, floating in-between. Amon. A mortal, slowly dissolving into immortality.

It had been a week since Cheng's public conversion. My Lieutenant's determination had grown so strong that it now put mine to shame. Why could I not feel as confident as he did? Why was I so restless, so apprehensive? Kill the bender. Why was there so much fear in my heart?

Why?

I snapped out of meditation when the sound of my men calling out for me at the door finally reached my consciousness. I did not know how long they had been there, or how long I had been in my room. Meditation was the closest thing to sleep that I had left, and so I had taken up the habit of meditating as often as I could, for as long as I could. The more I neglected my body, the more my spiritual side became dominant.

I was informed that somebody had found our headquarters. One of the owners of the theater we had held our last rally in had mistakenly given valuable information to this person, for the simple motive of her relationship to Hiroshi Sato. She was his daughter.

"Miss Sato is right outside. She pounded and pounded on the back door of the building, insisting that we let her in. She told us who she was and who had led her there, but we didn't respond. We know that she is a collaborator of the Avatar and her friends."
"Indeed, you did the right thing. What is she doing now?"
"Well, my leader," the Equalist who had not yet spoken said, "The Lieutenant refused to see us and we didn't want to interrupt you while you were meditating, so we waited for her to leave. We expected her to leave. But she's still there. Something's not right. Her behaviour seems completely erratic. She fell asleep by the door."
I frowned under my mask.
"She fell asleep? And you left her there?" I asked, my voice expressing concern far better than my hidden face.
"What were we to do? In the end, we decided to interrupt you. She cannot stay there. She will draw unwanted attention to this building."
In me, you see your leader. Without me, you are lost.
"Very well," I said, walking passed them, "I will handle the matter myself."

Asami was sitting against the wall, nor far from the door. Her head was inclined and unruly locks of hair covered part of her face. Her arms lay inanimately by her sides and there was a puddle near her right hand. The tips for her fingers touched the dirty water as she quietly breathed in and out, sleeping.

"So you have come to visit me, Morning Beauty," I whispered.

I cannot deny the pity that I felt when I saw her in such a pathetic, exhausted state. Part of me felt guilty for what I had inflicted upon her. The violation of her mind. I'd never done to anyone else what I had done to her. Yet part of me was intrigued, excited. I wanted to see if it had worked. If I had turned her into an Equalist. If her mind belonged to me now. She was my experiment, the victim of my repressed desire and recklessness.

Gently placing a hand under the back of her neck, I picked her up in my arms. I took in her scent, battling the passions of my body, my mortal body which seemed to have suddenly lost all its strength. My knees seemed to tremble as I walked back inside the building with her, escorted by my men.

On my way through the corridor, I encountered the Lieutenant. He glared at Asami, offended by her presence.
"Where were you, Lieutenant? My men could have used your council," I said.
"I was training," he replied. "What is she doing here?"
"Miss Sato is going to stay with us for a while."
"What do you mean?"
"She has left her friends and appears to be in distress. I think the least we could do is to offer her shelter. That way, she will see that we Equalists look out for one another."
"She isn't one of us," he retorted.
"She's a non-bender. Purity from birth."
The Lieutenant looked like he was about to say something, but he held his tongue. New ideas had started to form in his mind. Dangerous derivations that were his own.
"We cannot let her go now, Lieutenant. She knows where our headquarters are, which puts us at a disadvantage," I added.
"So she's our prisoner?"
"She must be. At any rate, I will ensure that she makes this her choice. A more efficient approach than forcing her to stay, I believe."
"I see. Yes. Perhaps you are right."
Perhaps. Perhaps?
"I promised her father I would bring her back to him. Body and mind."
The Lieutenant nodded.
"You did. So where are you taking her? I don't think we have a room for her. At least, not one that's ready to be used tonight."
"She'll sleep in my bed."
"Pardon me?"
"Yes, Lieutenant. My bed. I don't use it anymore, do I? I'll leave her there and rest in the meeting room. I wish to pursue my mediation. Tomorrow I shall have some of our brothers and sisters clear out a place for her."
"Very well, my leader," he said, retreating with an air of defiance I did not like.

When I got to my room, I left Asami on my naked mattress and promptly left. I payed my old friend a visit, to punish him for what I had seen in his eyes.

The Lieutenant thanked me for the blood running down his chin and the bruises I left all over his body, but I could not tell if he thanked me out of regret for his own actions, or because he thought that with each beating, he was, like me, growing ever more indifferent to pain.

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[POV: Amon]

The shadows within me stirred as I contemplated myself during meditation. It was like a hand had reached into a dirt-filled pond and instigated a movement that had obscured the waters completely. I could no longer see. No longer tell where I began and where I ended. If I was part of the universe of if the universe was a part of me. What was I? Amon. A being, floating in-between. Amon. A mortal, slowly dissolving into immortality.

It had been a week since Cheng's public conversion. My Lieutenant's determination had grown so strong that it now put mine to shame. Why could I not feel as confident as he did? Why was I so restless, so apprehensive? Kill the bender. Why was there so much fear in my heart?

Why?

I snapped out of meditation when the sound of my men calling out for me at the door finally reached my consciousness. I did not know how long they had been there, or how long I had been in my room. Meditation was the closest thing to sleep that I had left, and so I had taken up the habit of meditating as often as I could, for as long as I could. The more I neglected my body, the more my spiritual side became dominant.

I was informed that somebody had found our headquarters. One of the owners of the theater we had held our last rally in had mistakenly given valuable information to this person, for the simple motive of her relationship to Hiroshi Sato. She was his daughter.

"Miss Sato is right outside. She pounded and pounded on the back door of the building, insisting that we let her in. She told us who she was and who had led her there, but we didn't respond. We know that she is a collaborator of the Avatar and her friends."
"Indeed, you did the right thing. What is she doing now?"
"Well, my leader," the Equalist who had not yet spoken said, "The Lieutenant refused to see us and we didn't want to interrupt you while you were meditating, so we waited for her to leave. We expected her to leave. But she's still there. Something's not right. Her behaviour seems completely erratic. She fell asleep by the door."
I frowned under my mask.
"She fell asleep? And you left her there?" I asked, my voice expressing concern far better than my hidden face.
"What were we to do? In the end, we decided to interrupt you. She cannot stay there. She will draw unwanted attention to this building."
In me, you see your leader. Without me, you are lost.
"Very well," I said, walking passed them, "I will handle the matter myself."

Asami was sitting against the wall, nor far from the door. Her head was inclined and unruly locks of hair covered part of her face. Her arms lay inanimately by her sides and there was a puddle near her right hand. The tips for her fingers touched the dirty water as she quietly breathed in and out, sleeping.

"So you have come to visit me, Morning Beauty," I whispered.

I cannot deny the pity that I felt when I saw her in such a pathetic, exhausted state. Part of me felt guilty for what I had inflicted upon her. The violation of her mind. I'd never done to anyone else what I had done to her. Yet part of me was intrigued, excited. I wanted to see if it had worked. If I had turned her into an Equalist. If her mind belonged to me now. She was my experiment, the victim of my repressed desire and recklessness.

Gently placing a hand under the back of her neck, I picked her up in my arms. I took in her scent, battling the passions of my body, my mortal body which seemed to have suddenly lost all its strength. My knees seemed to tremble as I walked back inside the building with her, escorted by my men.

On my way through the corridor, I encountered the Lieutenant. He glared at Asami, offended by her presence.
"Where were you, Lieutenant? My men could have used your council," I said.
"I was training," he replied. "What is she doing here?"
"Miss Sato is going to stay with us for a while."
"What do you mean?"
"She has left her friends and appears to be in distress. I think the least we could do is to offer her shelter. That way, she will see that we Equalists look out for one another."
"She isn't one of us," he retorted.
"She's a non-bender. Purity from birth."
The Lieutenant looked like he was about to say something, but he held his tongue. New ideas had started to form in his mind. Dangerous derivations that were his own.
"We cannot let her go now, Lieutenant. She knows where our headquarters are, which puts us at a disadvantage," I added.
"So she's our prisoner?"
"She must be. At any rate, I will ensure that she makes this her choice. A more efficient approach than forcing her to stay, I believe."
"I see. Yes. Perhaps you are right."
Perhaps. Perhaps?
"I promised her father I would bring her back to him. Body and mind."
The Lieutenant nodded.
"You did. So where are you taking her? I don't think we have a room for her. At least, not one that's ready to be used tonight."
"She'll sleep in my bed."
"Pardon me?"
"Yes, Lieutenant. My bed. I don't use it anymore, do I? I'll leave her there and rest in the meeting room. I wish to pursue my mediation. Tomorrow I shall have some of our brothers and sisters clear out a place for her."
"Very well, my leader," he said, retreating with an air of defiance I did not like.

When I got to my room, I left Asami on my naked mattress and promptly left. I payed my old friend a visit, to punish him for what I had seen in his eyes.

The Lieutenant thanked me for the blood running down his chin and the bruises I left all over his body, but I could not tell if he thanked me out of regret for his own actions, or because he thought that with each beating, he was, like me, growing ever more indifferent to pain.

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