“You shouldn’t come here!” 

Mako yelled as soon as he saw Bolin. The smiling face of the young boy turned upside down. Bolin mumbled, “I want to make sure you're alright. Is that too much to ask?” He said.

“I just…I… I’m worried,” Mako sighed. He glanced at his wrists that were now free from the handcuff. Temporarily. He collapsed on the chair, “I don’t know who will take care of you while I’m here.”

 “Hey, don’t say that. I can take care of myself. You don’t have to worry about me.” Bolin smiled.

 Mako looked at his brother. He didn’t understand how Bolin has the energy to constant smiling and be happy, but he was glad to see his smiling face. 

“You’re just a kid.”

 “So are you.” Bolin said, “You have been taken care of me ever since mom and dad died.” He pulled out the red scarf that once belonged to their father and handed it to Mako. He looked at it sadly. It ashamed that he didn’t allow to wear it when he was in jail. “What were they look like?” Bolin asked.

“Mom and dad?”

“Yes.”

Mako scratched his head. “Like mom dad. I’m sorry. I’m terrible at giving a description.”

“But you always know what they look like, right?”

 “Of course.”

 “So imagine us like that too.” Bolin said, “You don’t know what will happen now, but you need to know that whatever happens, we will be alright.”

 Mako fell into a long silence, studying his brother’s face. He didn’t want to admit but his younger brother has grown up so much ever since then. Mako opened his mouth, trying to find a word. That was when the building exploded.

They didn’t know what was going on. The ceiling broke down and started to fall. Mako launched forward, trying to push Bolin to one side before realised Bolin was catching the rocks in the mid-air.

 “See? I told you don’t have to worry about me.” He breathed heavily while fighting against gravity.

 “Hold it like that for one more second,” Mako said. He focused energy around in his finger and released a bolt of lightning, breaking the wall. The two brothers jumped out and collapsed on the halls. 

 Dust fell on their head like rain, but at least they were in the open space. Mako glanced over the window. The angry crowds were marching forward the police department along with Amon’s rebellions. 

Did they join Amon’s side, or did they just want to use the chaos to enter the building?

The metalbenders police and Tarrlok’s task force were trying to hold them back. The howl was getting louder and louder and Mako realised people had entered the building. He glanced at Bolin. If the people want to look for a fight, they must be ready. But they seem to ignore the two brothers. The people that got into the building were calling names and searching different rooms. Perhaps they just want to look for their family.

“What do we do?” Bolin said.

“Let’s get out of here.” More dust had fallen on Mako’s shoulders. He didn’t like the idea of breaking jail, but he didn’t sure how long the building was going to last if it kept shaking like this.

They went through different hallways until they ran into familiar faces.

“Korra! Asami! You’re safe.” Bolin screamed excitedly and tackled them with a big hug.

 “Hey, big guy. We miss you too.” Korra grinned and hugged him. Then she stiffed when seeing Mako. The smile turned into a silent nod. 

Asami, on the other hand, didn’t look excited. She pushed Bolin away, replied coldly, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Is she alright?” Bolin asked.

Korra bit her lip, “We’re trying to search for Hiroshi, but he’s already gone.”

“It shouldn’t be a surprise,” Mako growled.

“No. But it didn’t mean she won’t get upset.” Korra ran after Asami. 

The boys caught up with them. They walked together in awkward silence until they made it to the main entrance. When they thought that the uncomfortable was finally over, Mako suddenly stopped and the group bumped into him from behind. 

“Make a warning next time, can’t you?” Korra growled but Mako quickly covered her mouth. He shifted his attention to the front yard.

 In front of the exit door, Tarrlok and Amon were facing each other. 

“Amon! How dare you come here with your army?” Tarrlok snarled. For the first time, he didn’t smile. His face portrayed the true feeling with his words. Angry.

“Making progress,” Amon muttered, calmly walking toward the fountain. His voice was cold and hoarse as usual, “You’re such a fool, Tarrlok, but I should thank you. Your ignorance has created quite a stir, which exactly is what I need. And now, I finally able to reach for bigger preys.” 

Tarrlok glanced at the fights outside the building, narrowed his eyes. “What next? Do you want to target leaders of Republic city?” He dared, “I’m not afraid of you. But I don’t understand what all of this is about. Equalist? Take away bending? What are you trying to do, Noatak? Do you want to play god?"

Amon didn't respond to the old name. His eyes were still gazing at the gleaming waters.

“Answer me!” Tarrlok yowled.

“It's been a while since I heard that name," Amon muttered, closing his eyes. Then he turned around, his eyes returned to the cold blue ice, “I saw things that you can only dream of, Tarrlok. I knew what had happened. And now that I was gifted with this ancient power, it is my destiny to fulfil what has left undone thousand years ago.”

 “Sound like a fantasy dream that you make up to have an excuse for your actions. You’re not a saviour. You want powers, just like dad.”

“And what about you? You use your title to imprison anyone you like, just because you have the power to do so.” Amon took a step forward, “When you’re learnt that Amon is me, you become more reckless because you know that if anyone finds out we’re brother, you might lose your precious position.”

Tarrlok clenched his fist, but he didn’t reply.

Amon played with the levitating water like it was some sort of bubble, "Maybe you’re right, Tarrlok. I want power, just like dad, but you’re not different from me. We’re just two foolish brothers who turned out to be exactly the person we didn’t want to be.” 

The bubble suddenly shot at Tarrlok like an arrow. The councilman barely dodged the attack. It cut his face, and blood dripped to the ground. Tarrlok looked at him angrily, but the elder brother didn't even look at Tarrlok. He calmly played with his new bubble that was now forming in his hand.

“But I have come this far.” Amon whispered, “I have come so far. I will not stop until I get what I want, even it means to destroy my only brother.”