Avatar Jake & Neteyam angst
Its been a long time since Jake last thought of how low he used to be. Of how dark earth was. Of how drained and dead he felt.
Pandora, Neytiri, his family. They changed that. Becoming one of the people changed that. Opening his eyes and seeing changed that.
Finding a place on a world that didn’t seek to constantly exploit and suck the last of his life from him, was a weight of his chest he had gotten used to. It made him realize he had barely been breathing before, barely living.
Its been a long time since he’s though about it. But standing over his dead son made his chest compress in all the same ways. The muscles in his legs weakened with his grief, flashes of too-bright billboards and trash-ridden oceans hovered in his vision like a taunt. A loss that great cannot be put into words, but it shook the whole foundation of his world. He started thinking about that darkness again. He started thinking maybe living as a sewer rat was better than living as a mourning father.