"It's our town," Mako says sourly, "kind of. As much ours as this place. It's worth investigating. I don't think we're gonna get a lot out of the gods in this place. They were exactly the ones who were cagey about the answers before. I just—" he's complaining now, he knows that, but it feels good to bounce this frustration off someone. There is an imaginary Lin Beifong in his head, and the memory of her scoffing voice will do in a pinch, but—

Mako's mouth twists. "If we're supposed to survive long-term in this place, we need a lot more info than we have, and I'm not equipped to spend days with my nose buried in books to figure it out."