"Can't? Or Won't?" Korra asked, eyes narrowed.
Victor shook his head. "Both. I can't fight alongside the church anymore, not after what they've done. But are you any better? How could I possibly ally with demons?"
"But–" Korra began.
I grabbed her hand. "It's alright, I understand. But where will you go? There's nowhere free of war, not anymore."
"North," he said quietly. "Wherever my feet will wander, wherever there are hearts that still yearn for truth and justice."
"What will your god think?" R'lissea asked.
He shrugged helplessly. "Who can say? I still have my power, but tomorrow might be a different story. But I can't believe the god of justice would stand with the atrocities the church committed. But if he does…he's no god of mine. I'll start over from the beginning, if I have to."
Korra's expression loosened. "Good luck with that. It's not easy, but shaking off the shackles of someone else's ideals is liberating."
