"I've fought a lot of battles, some big and some small, but after defeating Unalaq and regaining my connection with Raava, I just started feeling so… lost and alone. I've never felt like this before. It's almost as if—I've lost a part of me somehow."

She looked up at her companion, floating above her with a teacup in hand. It felt strange confiding with her nemesis, the man who poisoned her and attempted to kill her. Their meetings have become more frequent lately with her visiting him almost weekly. She knew he was not a man to be trusted, but still, she continued to see him. It felt nice to talk about her problems with him, and surprisingly he was good at listening.

He sipped his tea thoughtfully. "You say you lost connection with your past lives after Unalaq destroyed Raava," said Zaheer. She nodded, and he thought for a moment. "That… seems unlikely. Light and darkness can never truly be destroyed. As Raava lives on in you, so does Vaatu, in some form. Your connection with Raava should be the same as it was before. You should still have a connection to your past lives."

"Well, I don't!" She waited for him to speak again, a desire to hear more. When he said nothing, she continued, "Believe me, I've tried but… It's just me in there. Alone."

She watched as he floated down to her height. He hesitated before speaking: "I think I may know someone who can help you." Now with his body firmly on the ground, he set the teacup down and closed his eyes.

She sat stiff and waited. She was hesitant to accept his help in anything these days, but the memory of saving Jinora and the others from the spirits pushed that hesitancy back. She desired more than anything to seek guidance from the other avatars again. She had lost all hope that she might be able to do so again someday.

When he opened his eyes a short while later, he had a look of disappointment on his face. "I'm having trouble locating him," he confessed. "I'll need some time to find him. Come back tomorrow."

"Who is he? What—how can he help me?"

He closed his eyes again. It was a long moment before he replied again. For a moment, Korra thought he had entered the spirit world and their conversation was finished. "He also has a strong connection to the spirit world," Zaheer finally told her. "And to the spirits among us. If anyone can help you, it will be him."

"Sorry I'm late," said Korra as she sat down next to Asami. She gave her a soft peck on the cheek before loading her plate up with food. "It looks delicious, Pema," she quickly added.

"What kept you?" questioned Asami.

Korra was nearly half an hour late for dinner; everyone else was either moving on to seconds or dessert. Bumi was eager to finish off the dumplings while Ikki and Meelo were begging Pema to bring out the cake she had made.

"I was… vishghzaherghh," she said with a mouthful of rice.

"You were where?"

Korra gulped. "Visiting Zahmm," she tried again, quietly. She knew they all disapproved of her meetings with Zaheer—she was far from proud of it herself.

"Who?" said Tenzin.

"Zaheer," said Asami, giving Korra a disapproving look. Korra shrunk down into her seat. "What is this, the fifth week in a row?"

Korra felt the wind in the room blow in her direction as Tenzin gave her an astonishing look of shock. "Korra, I thought you put an end to those meetings weeks ago. Any interaction with him is dangerous. Who knows what he's been plotting—"

"All we're doing is talking!" she assured them. "And—and, honestly, it's nice to burden him with all my problems and not with you guys."

"Korra, you're not a burden," said Asami, squeezing Korra's shoulder gently.

"Yes, Korra, you can always come to me if you ever need to talk," said Tenzin.

"Or me," said Asami.

"Or me," said Ikki.

"Do not come to me," said Meelo.

"Zaheer said he knew someone who might be able to help me reconnect with my past lives," she told them. "He needed time to locate them—"

"You're not considering it, are you?" said Asami.

"Korra, this is Zaheer we're talking about. He's dangerous. He—"

"I don't need reminded of what he's done!" she snapped. "Even if this does turn out to be some trap planned out by the Red Lotus, I can handle it. I am the avatar, you know! Besides, it's worth the risk if it means reconnecting with my past lives."

"Let me come with you," said Asami.

"No," said Korra. She pulled away from Asami's touch. "It could be dangerous and… I need to do this on my own."

Silence filled the room. Korra continued eating her food while she felt the eyes of everyone on her. Tenzin finally spoke up:

"How long will you be gone?"

"I don't know how long it might take," she said. "I don't even know where he is—he could be in the desert for all I know. Zaheer needed some time to find him. I should know where he is by tomorrow."

"This weekend is… Remembrance Day," said Tenzin, attempting to sound casual but failing.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't think I'll be able to attend the ceremony this year."

Remembrance Day had a special importance to Tenzin, as it did for many other people. It was the day Chief Sokka was assassinated, along with a few hundred other Republic City citizens. Korra was a little foggy on the details; no one really liked revisiting the memories of that day, despite the name it was given. Instead, they chose to honor the fallen. There was always a ceremony that she and Tenzin attended where Korra made a quick speech and shook a few dozen hands of people who had lost a loved one to the tragedy.

Since Korra lived in Republic City, Tenzin always encouraged her to participate in the ceremony more and more each year, telling her it was her duty as the Avatar to lead those people into healing. She enjoyed meeting the people effected, and attending the ceremony, but reconnecting with her past lives was a greater importance to her.