People who hate Harry Potter missed the a giant part of the story. Despite being abused by his aunt, uncle and cousin his whole life Harry was kind, compassionate, loyal, protective and honest. He defended those who needed it and stood up to those who deserved it. He didn’t become bitter or hateful. And he spent his life trying to protect others. You can’t hate him because people chose to stand by him even if it meant they’d die. He didn’t want that, he wanted everyone to live even if it meant he couldn’t anymore.
It’s because he suffered PTSD in book 5 and was mistaken for a whinny angsty teen.
This tear is haunting, not because it is emotional, but because my understanding of the scope and damage of her trauma is likely just as small as hers. This tear represents all the unprocessed horrors, the scrambled emotions, and deep scars her consciousness has yet to even discover.
What makes this scene devastating is not that Korra sheds this tear, but the fact that neither she or I truly know the reason for why it is shed.
Yeah I’ve been seeing some analyses saying Korra is crying because of this or that, but truly, we are left unsure as viewers. Is Korra crying because she cannot currently fulfill her roles? Is she crying because she is sees her role being taken away by other people? Is she crying because Jinora reminds her of her past life? Is she crying because she doesn’t even know what her purpose is in life anymore?
We don’t know and that is the beauty behind this scene. There is no clear cause and effect, but we empathize with and validate that emotion, not knowing its exact reason. And that makes it all the more appealing; perhaps there is no one reason, perhaps it is a summation of reasons.
Regardless, we know it won’t be so easy for Korra to recover this time. The cause is not so easily taken care of when we are unsure of what it is. But, perhaps even more than any time before, we all want to see Korra triumph in the end and become a better person for it.
By the age of 10 she knows time, and location.
By 17 she’s already chosen a gown, 2 bridesmaids and a maid of honor.
By 23 she’s waiting for a man who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”, someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely, someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed, someone who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen.
To be honest, I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing, I have no clue what my wedding will look like.
But I imagine the women who pins my last to hers will butterfly down the aisle like a 5 foot promise.
I imagine her smile will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps, and know exactly where our wedding is being held.
The woman that I plan to marry will have champagne in her walk, and I will get drunk on her footsteps.
When the pastor asks if I take this woman to be my wife, I will say yes before he finishes the sentence. I’ll apologize later for being impolite but I will also explain him that our first kiss happened 6 years ago and I’ve been practicing my “Yes” for past 2, 165 days.
When people ask me about my wedding I never really know what to say, but when they ask me about my future wife I always tell them her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I say she thinks too much, misses her father, loves to laugh, and she’s terrible at lying because her face never figured out how to do it correctly.
I tell them if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them if she came in a bottle I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. If she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her cover-to-cover, hoping to find typos, just so we can both have a few things to work on.
Because aren’t we all unfinished? Don’t we all need a little editing Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone? Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense? She don’t always make sense, but her imperfections are the things I love about her the most.
I don’t know when I will be married. I don’t know where I will be married but I do know this, whenever I’m asked about my future wife— I always say: …She’s a lot like you."