[It is left open. By itself, an unusual act. A strongly revealing one, too - because Korra never does that. The place had been built to be secure against enemies she didn't even know existed yet.]
[The entire place, to Korra, feels wrong. Like a museum, gone out of business. Like all the purpose and life has been drained out of it, like the victim of a strange sort of vampire. The ticking of clocks is now the only sound. Before it had been music, secured by Asami, or the sound of them cooking in the kitchen. Or her tinkering in her work space. Alive. And now it's dead.]
[Korra herself can be found in the living room, before the fireplace. She is making soup. She can't bear to be in the kitchen. Or any of the spaces they'd intimately shared. The fire is the only light.]
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[The entire place, to Korra, feels wrong. Like a museum, gone out of business. Like all the purpose and life has been drained out of it, like the victim of a strange sort of vampire. The ticking of clocks is now the only sound. Before it had been music, secured by Asami, or the sound of them cooking in the kitchen. Or her tinkering in her work space. Alive. And now it's dead.]
[Korra herself can be found in the living room, before the fireplace. She is making soup. She can't bear to be in the kitchen. Or any of the spaces they'd intimately shared. The fire is the only light.]