A/N: It's Irosami week!

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She's not sure why she's even here. She didn't go to his trial. She hasn't seen him since he tried to kill her.

Then why does she feel like she needs to visit him?

Iroh offered to come with her. He's staying in Republic City to help restore order, his rank and title force people to follow him. She's happy he's here.

He's the only one who offered to come with her. Korra's busy with rebuilding as well but she's also returning people's bending. She has her own worries because she's saving the Triad members for last and Asami knows Korra's having doubts about them. Mako made up some excuse; they're building a friendship but they're still on shaky ground. Bolin's helping Korra and genuinely interested in what's happening the City. He's thrown himself head first into this and can't think of anything else, not even her.

Besides she's not sure she wants any of them here anyway. Korra's parents are loving and kind (just like her father was) but she's sure they'd never turn on her. They took care of all four of them without and thought. She still has the seal jerky that she's never going to eat. Mako and Bolin equally useless. They're orphans (she sometimes thinks of herself as one too).

Iroh has nothing to offer either except a sympathetic ear. He only knows the latter part of her story. She wonders what he thinks of her.

They've been standing outside the prison long enough for her nose to grow numb. Winter hit Republic City hard two weeks ago; she helped fit some of the police trucks with plows to clear the streets.

She feels his fingers slip between hers. She can feel the heat of his (firebending) hands through both their gloves. He squeezes slightly and she feels immensely better that she's not alone.

"Grandpa," he begins. She's noticed that when he's around a large number of unfamiliar people the former Fire Lord is always referred to as 'my grandfather,' around friends he's just 'grandpa.' She thinks the distinction is cute. "Always said his father said forgiveness is selfish."

His linage is hardly a secret. "Ozai said something like that?" She asks.

"What?" She turns to look at him and sees genuine surprise on his face.

"Ozai is your great-grandfather," she tells him.

"Oh, well I guess so. I was talking about my namesake. My mom always called him grandpa and my grandpa always talks about him like that. The advice still stands." She nods.

"How is it selfish though?" She wonders out load.

"You stop thinking about them. You move on with your life without them and you're not harboring a festering memory inside of you." Sometimes, she's notices, he sounds older than he really is.

"I don't know if I can do that," her voice sounds small even to her own ears.

He smiles his little smile that she likes so much. "I'll be here with you, no matter what you do."

She nods. "Thank you."

They stand there a little longer. Her nose grows even colder and she can feel the chill in her throat now. She's trying to urge her body forward but it seems to want to stay right here. She hangs her head. She knows she has to face him at some point, has to look into his eyes and tell him she no longer wants anything to do with him and she's taken over his company and to forgive him.

Today isn't that day though. She's still hurt and isn't ready to let go yet. "Not today," she mutters.

He squeezes her hand again. "When you're ready I'll be here." She thankful she won't have to be alone for this because she's sure it's going to be the hardest thing she's ever done.

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