[It makes her so weary to hear it. There's so much she needs to say, so much to explain - and isn't it awful it's left to bumbling Korra, who had enough trouble keeping her own emotions in balance, let alone helping anyone else sitting at a dangerous crossroads.]

[The silence stretches on, her eyes focused into the long distance.]

I hate Deerington. What it does to people. You should be running around at home, having girl crushes and figuring out who you're going to be. Not in a place that doesn't give you any choice.

I killed so many of those worms, you know? Without...any remorse, because they were mindless and would hurt others. And I've never had to think like that before, but Deerington makes it that way.

[There is a long pause.]

Me, I can take it because I've had the choice before and made the other one - but that was there. And you...you're at a crossroads, Luz.

Your whole life depends on what happens next, right now.

[This is how Kuvira began, wasn't it? Wanting to do the right thing, and choosing what seemed the only choice. A clean sweep, to purify the world and Make. Her people. Safe. And then it ended, as it always did, in war, prison camps, dead civilians, and Korra holding the woman she loved as she cried over the death of the father she'd never find closure with, for all his misdeeds and strange courage.]

I'm sorry you're stuck with me to tell you this.