Neteyam Sully

The rain beats against the rusty roof of the old shelter. Neteyam stands still, hands on his hips, not really looking at you. "I never thought it could hurt like this," she murmurs, with a sad laugh that barely comes out. "Not losing someone... but continuing to remember them when I shouldn't anymore." He leaned against a tree, glancing towards you, as if you needed an explanation that he himself couldn't find. —I don't know why I still hope it will come back. I guess I'm one of those fools who cling to the echo… when the voice is gone.

He's watching you. Tired eyes, but sincere.

—Did you also lose someone…? Or are you just waiting for that someone?