Bones

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[gimmebones715]

Do you guys think that people in soulmate aus use their soulmate count down as a timer? Like your cooking a frozen pizza and you put the timer on the oven on but also glance at your count down then go to watch tv and once in a while glance at the count down.

[gimmebones715]

God can people actually learn to write something different why is every single Batfam fic the same. You’re not a hero nobody loves you Bruce ignores you, Damian hates you, all the rest of the family ignores you. Then that’s it writer decided that’s all they need to write the same story that every other author does. Sometimes if you’re lucky you kill yourself at the end and they finally feel bad. Great so original. Or you somehow get Neglected Yandere which definitely totally makes sense.

[2birds1pencil]

twin high maintenance machines

[stolen-seconds]

Rocky gets worried about you when he’s watching you sleep and gets Ryland ;)

(i've also written this as a possible continuation to this fic)

contents: FLUFF, a little hurt/comfort

warnings: maybe one curse word, vomit, discussions of the menstrual cycle

note: I know that the French memory wipe thing is only given to Ryland in the book and that’s why he can’t remember, but it’s more fun to write that they both can’t remember so that’s how it’s gonna be in here!

It was quiet on the ship - obviously, it was space - but quieter than usual. The banter of a long lab session or the teasing that came from you and Rocky anytime Ryland tried to pilot Mary was gone. 

You were asleep, and of course Rocky had to watch you. It was a normal thing at this point. One person went to sleep, one person semi-watched and semi-worked (unless it was Rocky, he normally just watched), and one person did whatever they wanted in the rest of the ship. Sometimes the two of you slept together with Rocky watching you to save time, but the Taumoeba needed almost around the clock “care” at this point, so here you were. 

The two of you were… something. Definitely emotionally entangled, but he wasn’t quite sure yet. The two of you woke up like that, knowing that you should be close, so he wasn’t going to question it. Maybe you would remember something at some point and know how to classify it.

He hoped so.

Rocky was very quiet when you slept, quieter than he was when he was watching Ryland. He thought it might be because you’re a woman; maybe the Eridian equivalent of the female sex was more fragile when they slept, but it never failed to make his heart squeeze a bit when he would walk in on you sleeping and see Rocky ever so still in the corner. 

Ryland was in the control room learning what more of the buttons did when he heard the skittering of Rocky’s xenonite ball across the floor. Maybe you were awake earlier than normal. 

“Rocky need help,” the little voice of the computer chimed. “(Name) not good. Temperature elevated, unusual muscle movements. Still sleep.”

Ryland’s brow furrowed as he climbed out of the seat. Rocky looked jittery, something that wasn’t common unless he was excited or nervous… but something told him this wasn’t excitement. “What do you mean, bud? Is she hurting?” Ryland followed Rocky’s rolling through the lab, stopping at the entrance to the sleep chamber. 

“Seem in pain, 🎶 present. Rocky not notice this during most sleep, not normal for humans.” 

“I don’t understand that one, Rock. What’s present?”

“Word for liquid on human skin. Come out of human skin when hot.”

Ryland nodded, typing in “sweat” on the computer as he passed by. That probably wasn’t good, you could have a fever. 

Rocky’s ball continued its journey into the “bedroom,” stopping by your sleeping body on the mattress. You were sprawled out across the bed, hair a mess around your head as your chest moved up and down in weird, shallow breaths. 

Gosh darn it, Ryland thought, stepping closer and crouching down next to your head. He put the back of his hand up to your forehead, a little hot. He needed to wake you up.

Hands found your shoulders, gently shaking you to make sure you weren’t scared awake. Rocky sat patiently in his ball a couple feet away, intently staring. 

Your eyes fluttered open, a small groan leaving your lips. “Hm,” you said, eyes still halfway shut. “What is it.”

Ryland’s hand went back up to your forehead, quickly stopping on your cheeks as well, and he spoke. “You’ve got a fever, we gotta figure out what’s wrong.” You stayed still as he held you steady, having zero reaction. “Do you feel okay?”

You stared at him, deadpanning, “No, I feel like shit.”

Funny, Armando didn’t catch this before Rocky did. Surely if it was an infection or illness he would have done something. You didn’t seem very worried, though. Maybe you were still asleep.

“Okay, well let’s go through the list so we can figure this out-“

You put your hand on top of his where he was holding your shoulder. “Ryland, it’s okay. I’m pretty sure I just started my period.” 

Ryland stared at you. “Oh.” A couple of seconds passed of the two of you just staring at each other. “Wait, that can give you a fever?”

You nodded, raising your eyebrows in a yea I know, it’s bullshit, and Rocky skittered next to you. “What is wrong, question. Rocky worried.”

You opened your mouth to speak but winced before you could say anything. “Ryland, get me a bag please,” you said, eyes wide with urgency. 

“Rocky no understand. (Name) is okay, question. Why elevated temperature, question.”

“I’ll explain it in a minute, Rock, just lemme do this real quick!” Ryland yelled from the corner of the room, quickly coming back with a clear bag that you snatched from his hand and immediately vomited into. A warm hand found your back, rubbing circles as you breathed. A few seconds passed, head still aimed for the bag. You were waiting to see if there was more. 

“You okay?” Ryland asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and you nodded. 

“Yeah, it happens sometimes. It’s fine, I just haven’t gotten one this bad in space before,” you said, wiping your face and closing the bag to contain the remnants of your last meal. 

“Rocky no understand. Grace explain.”

Ryland took the bag from you and let you lay back down, giving your back another rub. “Sure, bud. Female humans uh,” how do I word this, “they grow our children inside of them instead of laying eggs like you do.” He looked up at Rocky just sitting there. It felt like he was getting a stare, a very intense stare. 

Ryland was uncomfortable. 

“Because they don’t lay eggs, the eggs stay inside of them, but if they don’t get fertilized then they have to leave the body - hey do you want meds?” Ryland was looking down at you still curled up next to where he was sitting on the bed. You nodded and he squeezed your arm. “Painkillers!” he yelled at the sky, Armando quickly showing up with a little plastic cup that had two pills.  

He grabbed it and some water, turning back to Rocky as he handed them to you. “When the eggs leave the body, they take some tissue and blood from the reproductive organs with them and the body has to force it out. It can be painful.”

Rocky shifted in his orb, “Egg leave (Name), question? Hurt.” 

“Yea,” Ryland responded, “It hurts, but she’ll be okay.” He turned to you, eyes playful. “You’ll be okay, right? This is just a bad one?”

You nodded, setting the bag of water down. “Yea, I don’t know why it’s like this. Sorry I almost vomited on you.”

He laughed, “It’s okay, I already vomited on myself when I first woke up.” He got up, throwing the vomit bag in your makeshift trash bin for the room and shutting the lock to the room. You heard footsteps walking back towards you. “Hey Rock, you can get some work done if you want. I’ll stay with her.” You felt the bed dip behind you.

“Rocky stay here, watch Grace sleep. Human mates sleep together, Rocky stay to protect.”

You could feel the hesitation in Ryland’s body behind you, the way he tensed at the statement, but you closed your eyes. You wanted to know what he’d say, how he’d categorize what you had. It was unique, and you didn’t have a name for it, or at least the two of you hadn’t talked about it yet.

His voice was soft. “Yea- yea, okay Rock, you stay. I’ll take a nap.” A hand found your hair, pulling it back from your face, and he lowered his voice for you. “You okay over there? Need anything?”

You shook your head, feeling the warmth of him against your back. “I’m okay.” You turned around to face him, still curled up to stop some of the pain. “Thanks for takin’ care of me.”

His eyes met yours as you took off his glasses to set them on the floor. “Of course. Just- wake me up if you need to vomit again. I’ll get you a bag.” 

You laughed, letting your head lay back down. “Will do, partner.” 

Mate. Rocky was probably more perceptive than the two of you may have thought. He didn’t know about human customs, but he’s been married(ish) for- who knows how long. Of course he could tell. The two of you could talk about it later, maybe when some random memory eventually pops up in your brains.

You let your eyes flutter shut again, feeling more at ease with the warmth of Ryland’s body resting across from you. His hand was smoothing over your hair, and that lulled you closer to sleep as the soft pitter patter of Rocky’s building materials echoed from behind you. 

Maybe being stuck in space wasn’t so bad. 

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you guys I just read the book and went to see the movie in less than a week and am obsessed so of course I had to write for my favorite molecular biologist turned astronaut <3

[coolest-fangirl-ever]

More period issues on the ship with Grace and Rocky because I’m on my period and I’ll be damned if everything isn’t about me. Btw half of this is a anatomy/biology lesson

“Grace, y/n, question” Rocky rolls into the room where you’re both working.

“What’s up bud?”

You stay silent because Ryland is usually better at explaining things to Rocky than you are.

“Earlier, y/n say y/n has period, Rocky no understand”

Grace looks at you, because who the hell else would he look at, this is not his area of expertise.

“Gosh okay-“ you start. “You know about male and female right?”

“Yes stupid stupid human biology structure”

“Yeah well human females have uteruses which is an organ, and this organ goes through a cycle, one of the steps is building up an inner lining for a baby, and then when or if there is no sperm to fertilize the egg, the lining serves no purpose so it- well it destroys itself I guess”

Rocky paused to take it in, you glanced at Ryland to see him still working but you could see he was actively listening.

“And while it’s destroying itself it hurts pretty bad and sort of makes the human leak the lining”

“Rocky is.. need word”

“What word? Describe it” you said softly.

“Is angry. Is confused and upset for humans, so stupid, so unfortunate!”

“Okay.. so like frustrated?” You typed in frustrated with the sound Rocky made.

“Yeah human biology is kinda stupid. Grace any comments? Questions?”

“For your information I taught sex ed at Grover Cleaveland middle for a whole year so I have no questions.” He said a little defensively, making you laugh.

“Rocky want to help”

“Help what?”

“Y/n feel pain, feel cramp? Rocky want to fix”

“Oh you’re so sweet rock, I’m not sure there is much you can do”

“Well we have the heating pad charging and some Tylenol-“ Grace started, and then was rudely cut off (typical Rocky behavior)

“Rocky is heat! Rocky give human heat!” Rocky rolled over to where you were sitting on the floor, repeatedly bumping into you “Rocky help!”

“No rock it’s- it’s okay” you giggled. “Cmere remember hugs? How about a hug, a hug would help rock”

With your legs on either side of his ball you hugged him, and suprisingly the heat radiating through the xenonite was really nice.

“Wait this actually does feel nice”

“Human so stupid. Rocky always right” you heard Ryland tsk at that and laughed softly.

AWWWH ITS JUST SO CUTE ILL DIE

[gimmebones715]

It’s so much fun pressing the same button 50 times to get rain for the one goddamn rain thistle I need for it to still be clear skies

[gimmebones715]

Go check out the full game sound track for Lofi girl Jack. There are three different animations it cycles through him in his office him drinking fondue with John and him driving it’s nice.

[gimmebones715]

Hey watch out for this account some type of scam or something idk what they were trying to get out of it but yeah.

[gimmebones715]

Did they really have to make 90% of the Aranahe Dialog “Etuwa is an idiot and we should sit on our asses as humans destroy our planet and Hometree falls apart from the strains of all of Kinglor” I hate them every time I go into one of their camps they are complaining about her.

[theconcealedweapon]

[hime-kaji-louie]

Alright, before we get into the Outlast Trials, Imma lay down a few rules:

Commandment #1:

SHUT THE HELL UP.

Commandment #2:

There's NOTHING we can do about how freaked out, terrible, & downright despicable the Prime Assets & Easterman are.

Commandment #3:

There are no more Coyle trials. I doubt he's gonna get a trial anytime soon (✨️Reverse Psychology✨️)

Commandment #4:

When we talk about who our favorite character from the Outlast Trials is, we KNOW they're horrible people & we DON'T support their actions. We're raccoons, we're gonna pick our favorite trash bin & Sinyala is a garbage dump, alright?

Now come on, let's get going!

[gimmebones715]

Got a glow in the dark coloring book look at this Little Baby Man

[beanboing]

Tonowari One-Sot

Tonowari x human!reader

Based on this request

Taglist : @coconuthoneyandjaguars

Wc: 2206 words

The first time it happened in front of him, you hated yourself for it.

Not because you thought pain was shameful, not truly, but because pain had a way of stripping a person down until they were no longer who they wanted to be. It made you curt. It made you quiet in the wrong ways. It made the world feel hostile and loud and far too bright, and by the time the cramp knifed through your abdomen hard enough to steal the breath from your lungs, you were already angry at the sky, at the water, at the heat, at the way your own body kept betraying you in a place as beautiful as Awa’atlu. One second you had been walking along the woven pathway between the marui with a basket of dried herbs against your hip, and the next you were gripping a support beam so hard your fingers hurt, head bowed, vision sparkling white at the edges.

The Metkayina village was never truly silent, and usually you loved that about it. Water lapped against root and rope beneath the platforms. Children shrieked with laughter somewhere out over the shallows. Wind moved through the hanging structures with a soft rushing sound that reminded you of breath inside a sleeping chest. On better days it made you feel held. On bad days, especially days like this one, every sound scraped against you until you wanted to crawl into the smallest dark place you could find and stay there until your body decided to stop being cruel.

You did not hear him approach at first. You only knew he was there when a shadow fell over you and a deep, steady voice said your name without urgency, which was somehow worse than alarm would have been. Alarm would have let you pretend this was dramatic, something sudden and external and noble. Calm meant he was seeing exactly what this was. It meant Tonowari was looking at the way your shoulders had locked, at the sweat at your temples, at the hand pressed low against your stomach as if you could physically hold your insides in place through force alone, and understanding that this was not a stumble or a dizzy spell you could laugh off. When you tried to straighten and failed, the cramp sharpened so violently you made a sound you hated, small and broken and involuntary.

Tonowari did not ask you foolish questions. He did not ask if you were okay. He did not tell you that you looked pale, or that you should breathe, or that you only needed rest as if rest had not become the background rhythm of your suffering years ago. He stepped in close enough for his body to block the hard edge of the sun and set one broad hand against the wooden post beside yours, not touching you yet, making space instead of taking it. “Can you walk?” He asked quietly, his voice pitched low so no one else would hear “Or do you need me to carry you?” The choice should have made you feel dignified. Instead, tears of pain and humiliation stung your eyes at once, because kindness had always been more dangerous to your composure than cruelty.

“I can walk” you lied, because that was what you always said first. He looked at you for one long moment, sea-green eyes narrowed not in suspicion but in assessment, and then another spasm bent you forward hard enough that your forehead nearly hit his chest. You would have fallen if he had not caught you. His hands were huge, warm, and impossibly careful as they settled around your arms and waist. There was nothing awkward in the movement, nothing hesitant or flustered. He simply gathered you against him as though your weight meant nothing, as though the trembling in your legs and the breath snagging in your throat were facts to be worked around rather than things to be ashamed of, and said, in that same even tone “Then today, I will walk for both of us.”

You should have told him to put you down. Pride screamed that you should. Pride had spent years convincing you that if you were only disciplined enough, quiet enough, angry enough at your own weakness, you might somehow earn relief. Instead you pressed your face against the curve of his shoulder because another wave of pain was cresting and you had no strength left for dignity. He carried you through the village with steady steps, saying only enough to keep others away. A glance from the olo’eyktan was enough to part the path. No one stared for long. No one asked questions. He took you not to the healer’s space, where there would be bustle and watchful eyes and helpful hands you could not bear, but to your maurui near the edge of the water where you spent your nights together.

Inside, the air was cooler. Shadow striped the woven floor. The sea beneath the platform moved with a slow, rocking hush that usually soothed you, though by then you were shaking too hard to feel soothed by anything. Tonowari set you down on the piled blankets with the same control he used when handling weapons or steering a skimwing through rough water. He knelt in front of you after, one knee against the floor, and waited until you forced yourself to look at him. “Tell me what you need” he said. There was no impatience in him. There was no false confidence either. He was not pretending he could fix something he did not understand. He was asking because he meant to listen.

That question nearly undid you more than the pain had. Most people, once they heard enough to understand that your suffering returned again and again, began searching for reasons you had caused it or simple solutions you had somehow overlooked. They asked if you had eaten enough, slept enough, stressed too much, moved too little, thought too hard, bled too much, complained too much. They looked at recurring pain and wanted it to become a puzzle with a clean answer because your reality frightened them. Tonowari only waited. So you told him in broken pieces. You told him it was a sickness from your own body, tissue growing where it should not, pain that could feel like knives or fire or pressure so heavy it stole your breath, bleeding that left you weak and hollow, headaches that pounded behind your eyes, sharp bursts that came without warning and made you stop walking just to survive them. You told him that sometimes you hid because you became mean when it hurt, and sometimes you hid because you were afraid of becoming mean, and sometimes you hid because being seen while suffering felt worse than suffering alone.

His face changed while you spoke, but only in the smallest ways. His mouth tightened once. His eyes darkened. When you confessed, in a whisper made raw by embarrassment, that on the worst days you isolated yourself because you hated what pain turned you into, he exhaled through his nose and leaned back on his heels as though considering something grave. “You think pain makes you cruel” he said after a moment. “I think pain makes you wounded.” He reached then, very slowly, giving you time to turn away if you wanted, and brushed damp hair back from your face with a tenderness so deliberate it made your chest ache. “Those are not the same thing.”

You cried then, which was inconvenient and miserable and impossible to stop. Tears slid hot and humiliating down your face while another cramp twisted through you, and you folded around it with a low sound caught somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. Tonowari moved at once. He climbed onto the blankets behind you and drew you back against his chest so your spine rested along the solid line of him. One arm came around your middle, not pressing hard, just firm enough to anchor. The other hand spread over your whole back, warm through the thin fabric, a steady weight that did not cure anything and did not pretend to. “Breathe with me” he murmured near your temple when he felt you start to panic. “Not faster. Deeper. Again.” And because his voice was deep as tidewater and unshakeable as reef stone, you found yourself obeying.

The pain did not vanish. That was perhaps the gentlest part of it. He never treated relief as a test of whether you were trying hard enough. The cramps kept coming in waves, sometimes sharp enough to make your vision swim, sometimes low and grinding and cruel in a way that felt endless. Each time your body seized, his hand stayed where it was. Each time your breathing turned ragged, he counted softly until you could catch the rhythm again. He brought you water when you could keep it down. He cooled a cloth and laid it across the back of your neck when heat and nausea rose together. When blood soaked through more than you expected and horror flooded you, he took the stained cloth from your hands without the slightest flicker of disgust and said, with quiet finality “There is nothing of you that is shameful to me.”

That sentence stayed in the room like a second heartbeat. You turned your face toward him then, really looked at him, and saw not only the clan leader everyone else saw, not only the fierce warrior from the stories of reef and battle, but the man beneath all that. You saw the patience in him. You saw the discipline it took for him not to fill every silence with instruction. You saw the depth of his care in the way he kept adjusting, learning the shape of your suffering in real time so he would not make it worse. Tonowari, who guided hunters and settled disputes and held whole lives in balance with his judgment, was holding your pain with that same seriousness. Not as an inconvenience. Not as a weakness. As something real.

“I hate this” you whispered eventually, throat scraped raw, body limp with exhaustion after the worst of it passed. “I hate that it decides everything. I hate that I never know when it will hit. I hate that it makes me feel heavy and useless and angry at everyone.” He was quiet long enough that you thought perhaps he would let the confession lie there. Then he rested his chin lightly against the top of your head and looked out through the open side of the shelter to where evening had begun to color the water bronze and blue. “Then hate it” he said. “You do not have to forgive what hurts you.” His arm tightened slightly around your waist. “But do not mistake hating your pain for hating yourself.”

Something in you cracked open at that. For years you had blurred the two together until they became inseparable. The bad days were not just painful; they were indictments. They told you that you were difficult, fragile, selfish, dramatic, weak. They made you feel as though your body had become an enemy camp you were forced to live inside. Tonowari did not speak like someone trying to flatter you out of your feelings. He spoke like someone stating a truth as plain as tide and moon and current. In his world, wounds were tended. They were not moral failings. In his arms, for the first time in longer than you could remember, your suffering felt like something that deserved care rather than punishment.

By the time darkness fully settled, the worst of the cramping had eased into an ache you knew would linger for hours. You were still tired enough to feel hollow. Your head still throbbed faintly. Every part of you felt wrung out and unsteady, like cloth twisted dry by hard hands. Yet you were no longer alone inside it. Tonowari shifted only enough to pull a blanket over both of you against the cooler night air. When he asked if he should leave so you could rest, the question startled you with its gentleness. You turned within the circle of his arms, laid one trembling hand against the tattooed plane of his chest, and admitted the truth in a voice so small it barely carried. “Stay” you said. “Please stay.”

So he did. He stayed when another smaller wave of pain woke you. He stayed when you mumbled apologies half-asleep for being unpleasant and inconvenient and difficult, and answered every time with the same calm refusal. He stayed until the moon was high over the water and the noises of the village softened into distant murmurs and creaks and shifting tide. He stayed with one hand spread warm and protective over your abdomen and the other holding yours, thumb brushing slow arcs against your skin whenever you tensed. Long after your breathing finally deepened into real sleep, Tonowari remained there like a breakwater against the storm, and if the pain returned again tomorrow, or the next week, or the next month, there was now one thing you knew with absolute certainty. You would not have to meet it alone again.

[makoodles]

I just had this thought inside my head for like, a week, so I wanted to share it with you :)

Just… reader getting her period

Tsutey

Wakes up next to you and sees blood on the inside of your tights.Immediately panics and tries to wake you up to make sure you’re alive. When he is sure you are well (after a lot of reassurances from you) he asks the dreaded question « what’s wrong??? ». You’re kinda embarrassed to explain this to him while you still have blood on you, but you go for it. He just stares at you, in incredulity and horror as he asks what do you mean your uterus « just basically shreds itself apart?! ». You have to explain how the female human body works for him to finally calm down a little. Still hates seeing you in pain because of your cramps and does everything he can to make you feel better. Tsu’tey will basically bend himself over to obey your every whim, unless it’s something he deems ‘too dangerous’ while you’re in this even more fragile state than usual. He’ll massage you, bring you numerous fruits, give you little gifts and will make sure your feet do not touch the ground (he carries you everywhere), but do not ask him to leave the village to go explore, because he will not accept that. You have to be in his sights 24/7 and it’s aggravating, but also endearing, as he seems dead set on treating you like a queen.

Tonowari & Ronal

You wake up to their very concerned questions.They feel confused and guilty (you are under their protection, how could they ‘let’ something/someone harm you while being right beside you?) and kind of panicked. Ronal is the most rational of the two, checking you for wounds, while Tonowari asks multiple questions, while trying to appear calm (he doesn’t really succeed). You have to ask Ronal to stop checking for any wounds and you bravely answer every question Tonowari has. You have to explain to them how a period works, what it is, etc. When you’re finally done with your explanation, they look at you in stunned silence, while a look of horror slowly arrives upon their face. Ronal probably asks some insensitive questions (without meaning to), like « you can’t stop it? You can’t hold the blood in? » (she’s just curious.) Tonowari is appalled that this happens every month, but he will be the first one to come to you if a flicker of pain is shown in your eyes. Ronal will prepare you medicine to make you feel better and cuddle with you when she has the time.

🐋-anon =)

bro this is so cute 😭

tsu'tey is gonna take your period personally. he's pretty much assigned himself the role of ultimate protector, so to find out that your own body is causing you to bleed from the inside out and there's nothing that can be done to stop it? he hates that shit lmao and he's gonna go overboard trying to compensate for it, but in that classic grumpy way he has. 100% has driven mo'at absolutely demented

ronal and tonowari are also gonna be appalled when they learn about menstruation, but more because alien biology is weird. ronal 100% the type to just be like "girl can't you just suck it back up into ya pussy?". she needs in-depth explanations before she starts to accept that it's entirely outside of your control.

ronal will def turn to na'vi medicine to try and help you out. tonowari takes the more physical route -- he just rubs your back and holds you close and prays that your mood swings won't bite him in the ass

[uas-art]

Oh, right...

Someone on TikTok asked for a doodle follow up where the lamb apologizes so here ya go.

Lamb:I'm sorry, everyone! Ha - ha! My rat-dad is always saying I need to work on being less of a sore loser!

Everyone Else, thinking:RAT-DAD

[transcendingblood]

Ri’nela I am begging you to slap the shit out of Nor.

[gimmebones715]

Afop: From the Ashes Spoilers below

These are fresh from shower thoughts so screw grammar. In the next dlc or game I’m gonna need more than that tiny choice about Alma that literally doesn’t do shit. I’m gonna need the choice for Tamtay to crash the fuck out when they find out what Nor did and beat his ass. I don’t give a fuck what my tsahìk says we’ve done more for the Na’vi, Resistance and Sarentu than she ever has. Nor committed mass murder against our allies he can handle a little violence. I need the choice to tell him that I agreed about the Avatar. Alma shouldn’t be allowed to hide behind the same mask she used to help commit a genocide, she shouldn’t be allowed to connect to their world like that after what she has done to it. That Mercer would be far more proud of him killing people that once stood against the RDA than Ri’nela and Tamtay using their weapons and knowledge to fight the them. That Mercer would be proud and that Aha'ri would be horrified at what he has become.