[ Adra feels the same jolt of bitterness shoot through him as he did when walking with Korra. This world has gutted him: he drew strength from his magic, from imposing his will on the natural world and compelling it to act, to shape itself to his needs. With the right spell, he could lift everything here, animate it, and direct the whole lot to just find the alchemist and turn itself in.

But instead he is--bereft. Dependent.

He scowls as he stands up, though it's not at Setsuna. ]

Correct. You are not coercing me in any way. But it's fair for shared labor to earn shared reward, and I'm big on fair. So that's how it's going to be, right?

[ His tone does not suggest he's willing to entertain an argument on the matter. ]