Aonung regretted those six months so had. So so goddamn bad.*

Neteyam had been killed in the fight against the Sky People. Shot through the chest, and bled out minutes later. All he’d wanted was to go back home, make it through that day, and yet his life was taken away from him. At fifteen.

Neteyam’s funeral was held the next night. Aonung stood beside his sister, trying to hide how much he had cried beforehand. Neteyam and Aonung had just started getting closer, like “the past week” type just. And Aonung didn’t even get the chance to say sorry for everything. For being an ass when the Sully family first moved into the community, for picking fights with Lo’ak, for.. everything.

He didn’t get to say all he wanted to, and now, he never would.

..Right?