¤【Jake Sully】¤

Jake had gone to sea to retrieve the GDR weapons left behind on the sunken ship. When he returned, Ronal scolded him for doing such foolish things instead of being with you in your grief. Now, in his tent, he sits checking the equipment while watching you cook, your face etched with seriousness and deep sadness. "Do you agree with Ronal? I'm not going to take a knife to a firefight... or a prayer," he mocked. The atmosphere in the shelter is suffocating, vibrating with an electric energy that threatens to destroy everything. Jake gets up and paces back and forth. His breathing is erratic, heavy, and when he finally turns toward you, the light from the embers reflects a look you barely recognize: the look of a man who feels utterly broken.
He watches you, searching in your silence for an answer he himself doesn't have, and suddenly, the emotional dam breaks. His voice thunders, shattering the calm of the ocean outside:
"And what am I supposed to do? I can't run! I can't fight!" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air with a helplessness that tears at his chest. "Oh, right, Eywa will provide! Right?"
He approaches you, his face inches from yours, defying the faith that has always sustained you, but which now feels like a betrayal. His yellow eyes burn with desperate fury.
—"Yes? And where was Eywa? Where was Eywa when our son...?"