[Deerington was a frightened child's dream. It operated under its own rules and weird logic, where Mother Superior seemingly held a disproportionate amount of power. Vyng generally avoids comparing the two places, but on the whole...Trench seems to be nestled in some corner of a broken world that's managed to find its own equilibrium through the ages. He can't bring himself to blame Deer Country, much less hate it.
Just like any other broken thing or place he stumbles across.
In that same vein, he can't exactly condemn Korra's anger, either. He sympathizes with her sharp reaction to what, in her eyes, amounts to injustice. Plus...she's grieving. It's natural to be angry.
Still. Calmly, he asks:]
Do you think all Pthumerians are like that? What do you mean by 'weapons'?
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Just like any other broken thing or place he stumbles across.
In that same vein, he can't exactly condemn Korra's anger, either. He sympathizes with her sharp reaction to what, in her eyes, amounts to injustice. Plus...she's grieving. It's natural to be angry.
Still. Calmly, he asks:]
Do you think all Pthumerians are like that? What do you mean by 'weapons'?