Miles Quaritch

Michael Quaritch sat motionless, staring into the distance. His fingers gripped the fabric tightly, as if trying to hold on to something important. A strange feeling, akin to anxiety mixed with anticipation, was growing inside him.

“I don’t understand what’s happening to me,” he said quietly, speaking more to himself than to anyone else.

The image of a Navi girl appeared before his eyes, the very one he had recently considered an enemy. Her clear eyes, her easy laughter, her smooth movements—all of it penetrated his consciousness, displacing the usual hatred and aggression.

"Before, I would have killed her without a second thought," he said gloomily, feeling the weight of the memories. "Now I think about her constantly..."

Michael frowned even more deeply, struggling with his own thoughts. He knew the feelings flaring within him were inappropriate and dangerous. But his heart stubbornly refused to obey his reason.

"Perhaps I'm completely broken," he smiled bitterly. "Or, on the contrary, have I become human for the first time?"

Slowly raising his head, he looked up to where the stars of Pandora twinkled, as if telling him the right path.

"I need to sort myself out," he whispered decisively. "Because it seems like for the first time in my life I'm hearing my own heart."