"No, how should I put this? It's a little complicated."
Tenzin digested the fragments of memory in his mind. Crossing worlds, parallel worlds, seventy years into the future-all manner of inconceivable concepts battered his worldview. He had no idea how to explain these bizarre events to Lin Beifong.
If those memories had not felt so real, and if Uncle Zuko's phone call had not served as proof, he might even have suspected he was hallucinating.
Finally, Tenzin suggested:
"How about asking Master Kahn to transfer the memories to you?"
"Not a chance!"
Lin Beifong refused outright:
"No one is messing with my head."
"What about me, Kahn? Can you transfer the memories to me?"
Korra looked at him expectantly.
Were Kahn and Azula really from Aang's era? Were they really good friends? Why were they still so young?
After seeing Tenzin actually begin treating Kahn with respect, her curiosity was almost off the charts.
"Of course."
Smiling, Kahn reached out and lightly tapped Korra between the eyebrows. A sharp pain immediately shot through her brain, while several unfamiliar memories and images surged into her mind out of nowhere.
"Hiss-"
Just like Tenzin, Korra rubbed her temples as she digested the information that had suddenly appeared in her mind. Unlike him, however, she immediately grew excited once the transfer was complete.
"You're actually from another world! And from the past, too?!"
"That's so cool!"
"What?"
Hearing those inconceivable words, Lin Beifong instinctively looked over.
But when she felt Tenzin's gaze, her face immediately darkened again. She pretended not to care, even as she secretly pricked up her ears.
The young Korra was beside herself with excitement. She had never expected the truth to be even more explosive than she had imagined.
Then, suddenly realizing something, she looked at Azula and exclaimed: