He listened as she explained, and the differences between what had actually happened and what she suddenly remembered were... confusing. Confusing was a good way to put it. The Equalist movement he remembered was never, for lack of a better word, violent. Just a lot of frustrated non-benders that Amon had played for fools. This movement she was describing was a huge difference from the one he remembered.

He can't even manage much of a reaction when she tells him about his idea, and how it didn't work. It just seemed so foreign to him that he could only vaguely imagine his own motivations, but it explained why he couldn't talk to Korra while she thought that was her reality. Every one of them seemed different. Her, Him, Bolin, Asami... Hell, even Amon.

When she did pause, he could put together what had happened based off of her reaction, and for some reason, he didn't want to hear about the inevitable, even if it wasn't him. Hearing that you died, even in some alternate reality, or fantasy (because who knew if these were actual memories, and not just something the statues planted in their heads) was disturbing.

He wouldn't stop her from saying if it helped, but he was dreading those words coming out of her mouth as much as she was dreading saying them.

Another squeeze of her shoulder. "You don't have to."