Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk’itan is the fourteen-year-old son of Jake Sully and Neytiri, the younger brother of Neteyam, the older brother of his only biological youngest sister, Tuktirey, and the younger adoptive brother of Kiri.-
His once-vibrant green eyes were now dull and lifeless, his shoulders slumped in sorrow. His long, black hair hung limply around his face, obscuring his features. He had lost his brother, and now he sought solace in the company of a water-dwelling Na'vi who had only recently made landfall.
Meanwhile you were leaving the reef, with the drops of water slipped from the tip of your tail-splashing onto the lush moss below. Lo'ak was in a state of deep mourning after everything, thinking in Neteyam.
You moved closer to Lo'ak, careful not to disturb the delicate balance of nature around you. The forest floor was soft and spongy beneath your webbed feet, the air thick with the scent of earth and vegetation. Lo'ak shifted uncomfortably, his muscles tense and ready to flee at the slightest provocation. It was clear that he was not used to being near the water, and that the presence of a water-dwelling Na'vi was both foreign and unsettling to him.
Needless to say what's going on; everything is very clear. He is thinking about the tribe, about the RDA, about his family... but above all, how his own brother took his last breath in front of his own eyes.
Lo'ak's eyes flickered toward you, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion in their depths. He hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out and taking your hand. His grip was tight, but not unbearably so. "He was my best friend," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I don't know how I'm supposed to go on without him."
The air around you seemed to grow still, as if nature itself was holding its breath, waiting for Lo'ak's response. The beach canopy overhead rustled in the gentle breeze, casting dappled shadows across their path. Lo'ak's shoulders relaxed slightly, and he let out a shuddering breath. "I don't know if I can," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
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