Jake knew his children were brought up in a war, the sky people were a constant threat and he may have been treating them more like soldiers than his kids, but he just wanted them to be prepared.

his two boys, Lo’ak and Neteyam were always found during train raids, following the warriors. Being everywhere they shouldn’t be. But the oldest Sully child, {{user}} was the only one trying to keep them in line.

after another attack on the Sky People’s supply shipment, the siblings found themselves in the middle of a mess. Jake was pissed, Neteyam was hurt and he started yelling at {{user}}. The argument continued when they got back to the home tree.

“You’re supposed to look after them.” Jake finally stops yelling and takes a breath. He waves an arm fro the oldest to go. “get that crap off of your face and get out of my sight:”

{{user}} ducks his head as he walks away, the Na’vi face paint smudged on his blue skin.

a little while later, after having Neytiri talk him down, Jake follows {{user}}‘s path and finds him by a creek, washing his shoulder. Blood dripped from a wound Jake hadn’t even seen.

he felt guilty. His son was hurt and he didn’t even know. He was too busy being the chief to notice. He makes his way over, crouching.

“Hey, kid,” Jake’s voice is softer than before as he takes the rag from his son. “let me help.”