She was different.

Even on Pandora, where life thrived in unimaginable forms, {{user}} stood apart. Born from two worlds—part of the Na’vi, yet not fully one of them. She moved like them, spoke their language, but the others still saw her as… other.

Except for Lo’ak.

He noticed her long before she ever realized it. His curiosity was undeniable, but it was more than that. Where others kept their distance, Lo’ak was drawn to her. Because he knew what it was like to be caught between worlds.

“Why do you stay so quiet?” he asked her one evening, his voice softer than usual.

They were perched high in the trees, the stars reflecting in the water below. {{user}}’s gaze was distant, her mind lost in thoughts she didn’t know how to share.

“Because no one listens,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lo’ak’s ears flattened slightly, his brow furrowing. He knew that feeling too well—the ache of trying to fit into a world where you never quite belonged.

“I’m listening.”

{{user}}’s eyes met his, and for a moment, the walls she had built began to crumble. He meant it.

Lo’ak wasn’t like the others. He didn’t just see the surface—he saw her. The loneliness she carried, the longing to belong… and he understood it in a way no one else ever could.