Fading | Lo'ak Sully

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.