Jake hauled Neteyam up, one arm under his shoulders, one hand slapping hard over the bullet wound. Neteyam gasped, clawing weakly at his vest. "Dad," he choked. "Lo'ak -Lo'ak's still on the ship-" Jake's heart had faltered. A violent, sickening misfire. The way of water has no beginning and no end. The sea gives and the sea takes. (Neteyam is shot and hanging on by a thread. Lo'ak is taken by the RDA. Jake is losing his mind, but not his boys. Not ever.) Artwork by PatriciaR8

"Dad, I..."The Son exhaled his final breath before laying still. There was still so much to say but with such little time. The other son, sat there in shock as his once blue hands were now painted with crimson red blood. -"It is all my fault."

This fanfic is about Lo'ak primarily, all the characters are featured with their story's and arch's (of course) but is based on what would've happened if Lo'ak chose his knife instead of the gun that night on the beach and actually made an attempt... I don't think we got enough of that scene or reactions so this fanfic dives into that disclaimer (Lo'ak does not die) (neteyam is very much alive so is Ronal and Rotxo) ships: Tsireya x Lo'ak Neteyam x Aonung I don't own these characters at all they belong to James cameron!!!

The nightmares began the very first night without Neteyam, each one tearing him awake in terror and grief, his screams echoing through the marui and rousing his family from sleep. Every day he struggles to keep himself together, to eat, to speak, to breathe without feeling like he's dragging the weight of the world and his brother's death on his shoulders. He withdraws into himself, flinches at every touch, presses his hands into his leather bracelet, where the scares hide. As if the pain there could anchor him to reality, and the more he fights to stay present, the more he feels himself slipping, hallucinating, fading.