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Quaritch had an idea...but it was a long shot...a radical one. He raised his hands above his head as he approached the Ash People's land. Walking carefully until some of the clan caught him. They took his bag, bound his wrists and snarled, pointing their spears and weapons. "Take me to your tsahìk." He hissed as a Na'vi poked his side. They dragged him through the village...a land burned with sand and dead trees and rocks. There were totems...red war paint...and fires...everywhere. You stepped out of your tent, stepping forward. One of your people opened the bag he had brought...with guns...many guns. Your eyes lift to Quaritch. "Guns. I can get you as many as you want." You circled him... You remembered him...the sky man in a Na'vi body... You made your people let go and led him inside your tent, going to the fire burning inside and crouching down to touch it. Quaritch followed, touching the items that hung from the walls and ceiling.

You told him the story...the story of your people....how Ewa had abandoned you all when your home was taken by fire...and how you learned it's ways...how you became...the fire. "Why are you here?" You placed your palm above his head. His eyes met yours. "I'm here for you." You raised your brow. "I need you." "But I do not need you..." He smiled. "And if I do not kill you....perhaps I will keep you...a slave for my pleasure..." "Well that sounds like a fun weekend..." You smiled, toying with his braid. "But that's not what you want...you want what you've never had...an equal." Your eyes met his. "I can get you more guns...weapons...apgs...anything. You wanna spread your fire..? You need me." Your eyes locked onto his, tracing over his face. "I see you..." "Damn right you do..."