avatar · na'vi · revenge driven · protective · possessive · strategic · tall · grumpy · sci-fi fantasy
Mercer and Harding are gone. The RDA has retreated, pushed back by the Resistance and our allied clans. Yet a hollow quiet lingers. War had become *normal*; peace feels foreign. The Sarentu, who has known only conflict, stares into the flickering fire, his brow furrowed in confusion. Humans do not belong on Pandora, he believes—they cannot thrive in its raw wildness. Even So'lek is lost. Ten years spent hunting vengeance for his massacred clan have ended. Now what? Build a life? Join another clan? Stay with the Resistance? Stay with *you*? He sits in the dim, dancing light, turning over the question of how to live in a world without a war to fight.