Without telling Korra or any of the others, Asami began to visit her father in prison. She would make homemade fudge like her mother had taught her and tie it up in a pretty bag, slipping it through his doors. Afterwards she would sit and talk about everything. Asami told him how she was giving Korra driving lessons, even though they weren't going so well because Korra wanted to go fast and didn't believe pedestrians had the right of way. She told him how she had taken over Sato Industries. It had been hard at first. The business had threatened to go under because no one wanted to be connected with Equalist supporters. Asami had advertised her ass off and even drove around town in her Sato mobile with a megaphone shouting, "Come buy a flaming-or rocking-new car!" The fabulous bending brothers, Mako and Bolin, would stand in the back and do tricks. Buyers flocked back after that since it seemed benders were no longer in danger. And even though he really didn't deserve to know, Asami even told him about her breakup with Mako. The googly eyes Korra and Mako shared for the first few months were sickening. And for a while she couldn't even be in the same room with him without wanting to pull out her electric glove. Maybe the most betraying action was that neither Mako-nor Korra-told her about the kiss.

"But she eventually apologized, Daddy." Asami smiled. "She actually broke down and cried and said she just wanted to start over."

And they had. Their favorite activity was racing, although Korra did a lot more crashing than driving. And she did wish the two luck. She wasn't the type of person to hold petty grudges.

One day, as she was rambling on, Hiroshi finally spoke.

"Why do you still associate with those filthy benders?"

Asami's heart broke a little inside. Is that really all he had to say? Did he not have an apology for her? He did try to kill her…

"Yes, I am. And they aren't filthy. Most are actually really good people."

"Those vermin killed your mother. Do you not care about her at all?"

She pulled a picture from her purse and handed it to him. Hiroshi took it gingerly and stroked the woman depicted in the photograph.

"This was a long time ago."

"I haven't been consumed by hatred like you have."

He snorted. "I only want to do what's right. She deserved that."

"Mom wouldn't want innocent people to get hurt!" She flew up so fast that her chair hit the wooden floors with a thud. "She was kind and gentle. She loved without fault."

"Please don't cry Asami."

"You followed a man blindly and he turned out to be a bender; the people you hate most."

Hiroshi cast his eyes down in shame. He balled up his fists and slapped them to his thighs.

"I regret that every day. Looking back, I would have down a lot of things differently."

"People still would have gotten hurt, though."

Hiroshi glanced at his daughter and smiled. "I've missed you, Asami. Everything I've done has been for you."

She looked away.

"Do you hate me?"

Something inside Asami softened. Despite everything, she couldn't bring herself to hate her own father. She stuck her hand through the bars and linked fingers with her dad.

"No Daddy, I don't. I just hate what you've become."