He's a jerk.

[ Which is a lie. Mako's the softest, most gentle person that he knows. A brother that had shouldered the responsibility of raising Bolin when he'd only been eight. It had been a long time since they'd been kids, and they'd both grown up since then. Mako was always more reserved than Bolin, stronger with his emotions, and more willing to support than be supported.

But Bolin remembers the times that Mako would cry; hidden away after their parents had died or they couldn't find food, and it's enough to bring tears to his eyes now because he wishes that was better at expressing how grateful he was for all their years together. How much he wanted to do good with Kuvira's army so that he could be half the man that his brother is. ]

We lost our parents when we were kids. [ His voice is quiet, thick. ] He always took care of me, and I... felt like I was never as good as him. So I would get angry at him. It was really childish. [ For as much as he'd wanted to be mature like Mako. ] I fought with him before I came here.

I just wish I hadn't.