Broken Illusions: Legend of KorraBolin knew that if it had been him in Korra's place, he wouldn't have been able to even laugh hollowly like he was trying to do now. But laughing was how Bolin got along in life. No matter how grim the circumstances, he'd always been able to hide behind a mask of optimism. And circumstances were looking grim, indeed.Broken Illusions: Legend of Korra by vivtheviolinist
He simply could not imagine his life without bending. Even as a young street urchin traipsing after Mako everyday to survive, there had not been a time when he hadn't earth bended, and the thought of living without being able to bend was analogous as to the thought of living limbless. The thought of Korra having to go through that made goosebumps crawl up Bolin's arm, scaring him more than the thought of losing his own bending.
It had only been about twenty minutes since Korra had gone in to see Katara, but to Bolin it felt more like twenty hours.
Deep breath, Bolin, he commanded himself silently. Now, let's go over the plan once more. Scenario A: