He paused, mulling over the answer. He wasn't sure what he could say-- he knew immediately that she wasn't the Korra he knew. And she knew that he wasn't the same Mako that she knew. They were set to clash from the beginning, just based off of that fact itself. It wasn't an easy question to answer.

"I don't know, Korra," he admits honestly. "It was one day." But he knows that isn't a satisfying answer, even as he presses his hand to his forehead.

"We weren't really set up to get along. My brother's freaking out about me still having my firebending, and then she's talking about how I'm dead, and it's really obvious to me how every single thing I'm saying is somehow proving her right in her mind." He gestures a bit helplessly, and then finishes with a shrug.

"There's no real good answer for that. You're different people, with different circumstances, and no matter what my opinion was, it wasn't going to change that."