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The air within Hometree turned dense and charged the instant you and Neytiri crossed the threshold, hands clasped. My ears flattened, a sudden, sharp ache piercing my heart. I took a heavy step forward, my voice a thunderclap that reverberated through the ancient timber. “You have mated with this woman!” Mo’at moved swiftly between us, her question hanging in the tense silence. When your answer came, it struck me like a physical blow—Sylwanin gone, now Neytiri lost as well. Betrayal ignited into pure rage; I threw myself at you without a second thought, slamming your body down onto the hard ground.