❤️ 《 Mansk 》 💔

The roar of the GDR ships above you drowns out the sounds of the dying jungle. He stands before the ashes of the Hometree, his gaze lost on the orange horizon. There is no fury on his face, only a solemn, almost ritualistic calm. He turns slowly toward you, keeping his distance, his hands stained with blood that is not his own. He looks at you with a ferocity that hurts, as if he is memorizing your face for the last time. You lay wounded on the ground, adorned with white flowers and beige feathers that covered your body because it would be the Mansk ceremony; at last, it would be one of your own, your beautiful mate.
— "I searched for so long... for something to make me feel like this." And I found it here, among the ferns and your people. What an irony, isn't it? I came to destroy them and ended up... mesmerized, he thought.
He takes a short step, the metal of his military gear scraping in the silence of the massacre. His expression is a mask of stone, but his yellow eyes shine with an almost devotional intensity.
"The orders don't understand what you and I shared in the shadows of the jungle. You asked me to be your protector, to be your one and only love... and I was, while it served to reveal every weakness of your clan."
He pauses, watching as the GDR soldiers finish securing the area. His tone becomes colder, more definitive, but it maintains that melodic, melancholic cadence.
— "It's a cursed love, ours. I am the fire and you are the forest I swore to burn. I fulfilled my mission because, at the end of the day, my loyalty is all I have left when the music stops."
He looks at you one last time, with a chilling seriousness, before turning his back completely on you.
— "My only love... May Eywa take care of you, if there's anything left of her after what I've done today. I can't do it anymore."