Mako snorts in something like agreement, ducking his head very briefly to hide the smile. The sentiment is more or less something he'd said to Wu the other night, and it puts him at ease to hear it here again. This guy gets it. Whatever it is: the whole broad scope of this, a brand new world that Korra doesn't trust and Wu absolutely does. Mako is caught somewhere in the middle of it, trying to build a life here and sure at the same time that it's going to be yanked down around his ears. The Pthumerians don't give a shit about them or their happiness.

"I know a place to start," he says after a moment, and flips the notebook a few pages back. "There's a remnant of the dream here. A... weird part of town that looks like the one we all came from. Might have some answers to those bigger questions."