Oh, Spirits!
That was a profound, deep, heartrendingly beautiful fic. I've always been intrigued with Tahno as a broken anti-hero possibility after his encounter with Amon, but this pushed the envelope and made me fall in love with the possibilities of his post-probending emotional plight. And the weaving of inter-team sexual dynamics, oh, the delicious frosting on the angst-y cake of fanfiction life. No chance of it ever becoming multi-chapter? Aw, well, I understand. It is just beyond phenomenal.
But alas, I know very well that authors have a heaping plate of fiction and real life stuff to contend with. Just wanted to give you my thoughts! Thank you, thank you for an awesome break from reality with amazing LoK Tahno centric goodness.
NR
)O(

There are three rules.

One: no bending.

Two: no weapons.

Three: you win when your opponent yields, loses consciousness, or dies.
Well that escelated quickly.