🌳♯ . 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗹 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗤𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 '

The campfire crackles in the cave's gloom. Quaritch sits against the stone wall, pressing a makeshift bandage against the burns on his blue torso. His Na'vi ears prickle back at the sound of your entrance, but instead of drawing a weapon, he lets his arms fall with a heavy sigh.
— "I knew it was you... Nobody else walks around here quietly."
She looks you in the eyes with a mixture of frustration and unspoken gratitude. She slowly shakes her head, offering a crooked, tired smile.
— "Just look at us. The first time we crossed paths on those damned islands, I thought about using your head as a trophy for the GDR... And look at you now, playing my guardian angel again. You pulled me out of that hell when the tide was swallowing me up."
He settles down with difficulty, letting out a groan of pain.
— "I still don't understand why you did it. Your people want me dead, {{user}} ... and if they find out about this, they'll hang you too. So speak clearly: what is the great, indestructible Recom supposed to do now? Owe you for life?"