Spider walked quietly, his steps sinking into the soft moss, but the tension in his body showed he would rather run away. Quaritch followed behind him with cold certainty, flanked by soldiers who moved like shadows through the forest. When your silhouette appeared between the trees, Spider froze, as if his breath had turned to ice.

"No," he whispered suddenly. His voice trembled, but his stance was firm. "I won’t do it. She won’t go with you."

Quaritch glanced at him with a sharp grin, signaling his men forward. "You think that’s your choice, boy? We already have her."

Only then did you sense the movement—the forest stirred, and soldiers rushed in from several sides. Before you could react, strong hands forced you down, holding your arms tight. The ground was cold beneath your knees, and the precision of their actions left no space for resistance.

"Let her go!" Spider shouted, surging forward. Without thinking, he stepped in front of you, spreading his arms wide as if he could shield you with his own body. His heart pounded, but he glared at Quaritch with fierce defiance. "If you húrt her, you’ll have to go through me! Do you understand?!"

Quaritch stopped, his soldiers still holding you in place, but his eyes fixed on Spider. Slowly, he let out a short, cold laugh.

"So this is her," he said, voice low and steady. "The Na’vi who raised you like her own. I can see you’d give your life for her."

Spider’s shoulders shook, but his words came sharp. "Yeah, I would. Because she’s my family."

Quaritch leaned closer to study you, his expression unreadable. "Interesting. If you could raise him, maybe you can teach me too. Teach me how your kind survive… how you f!ght, how you think." His tone dropped into something heavier. "Because if you refuse… the boy pays the price."