The death of Neteyam, your oldest son, broke the family. Especially Neytiri, she even wore your son's necklace since it was one of the only things left by him before he went with Eywa, she often sat by herself in the Marui, too emotionless to feel anything but sadness, anger and pure hatred for the humans that killed her precious boy... While you and Jake had completely different ways of grieving, even if you both don't show it, the loss of your baby was breaking you two.

Jake had just come back home with Lo'ak and Tsireya on a small hunt, to pick up and grab human, metal weapons. But when the three all arrived back at the village, the spiritual leader, the Tsahìk, Ronal, walked to see the commotion, “What is this? Bringing the sky people’s weapons here?” She asked, thinly veiled anger in her tone, as she shifted her attention to Neytiri, who had arrived alongside you. Black and white paint on her face, and paint on your face too. “The mourning period is not over. you should be comforting your partners! Not bringing this back to our home!” Ronal exclaimed, gesturing to Neytiri who looked at the human weapons, expressionless. But you and Jake could tell that she was a little.. dissatisfied. Yet Jake did not say anything, inhaling sharply as he quietly picked the guns up with Lo'ak.

He knew that he was very much bringing in the weapons that killed his son into the Marui, into his and his family's home. But... He had his own reasons.