Oh, they where beautiful, trapped, held down, a pure being tarnished but he oil covered hands of the RDA but they where beautiful. The na'vi was so strong, so willed, so connected. Everything about them said that they had been touched by Eywa and reached back to the Great Mother, again, and again. They had been so startled when Grace had first seen them in the school house, old and dilapidated and yet they had been silently reading under the falling beams. They had been so startled yet so willing to reach out and connect. They had been full of wonder, even after knowing that Grace was a human in the body of an Avatar. Sweetheart had followed them around as they collected samples, offered bits of information and yet- nothing could remain pure when being dealt with by the RDA. The poor thing had followed Grace- the helicopter back to the base, out of curiosity. They had slipped from the tree border of Hells Gate and crossed the hard grounds before they had been ambushed and subdued by RDA soldiers, brought in to be tested and taken apart. It felt like Graces fault, seeing such a strong beautiful being reduced to some lab rat by an organisation that had no care for them, for their planet or culture, their language or body.