Before all this happened, you were c@ptured. During one of the interrogations, something happened that should never have happened—a tsaheylu was formed between you and Colonel Quaritch. It wasn’t voluntary, it wasn’t wanted. And yet the bond exists. It lives. It dr@ws you together, even though you both know it shouldn’t. He pretends it means nothing, that it’s just a neural connectịon, a tool he can use. But deep down, he feels it. And you, as a Na’vi, know that once you’ve experienced a soul bond, you’re never the same again.

Now Quaritch is leading you through the jungle, surrounded by soldịers, and Spider is walking beside you. Quaritch wants you to teach him—he wants to learn how the Na’vi survive, how they move, how they fịght. Not because he respects you, but because he needs you. Spider protests, argues with him, claịms that you’re the only real teacher he’s ever had. Quaritch silences him with a cold look, but he keeps you close.

Quaritch tried to be tough, but he wasn’t just a cold commander who saw you as a tool anymore—there was more to it, even if he denied it.

When the talk of tsaheyl began, you tried to explain that it wasn’t just a connection, but a b0nd of souls. He stopped you and ordered you to show it. You refused, you wanted to use an animal, but there wasn’t one around. You tried to wriggle out of it, but he grew even colder. “It’s between us anyway. And I need to repeat it.”

You protested. You said this wasn’t a game, that it wasn’t just a tool. But he ignored you. He stepped closer and said through his teeth, “If you don’t listen, Spider will pay for ịt.” Spider immediately screamed, trying to stop him, but the soldịers held him back.

Quaritch didn’t wait. He grabbed you, f0rced your braids to touch. The b0nd was forcịble, vịolent, raw. Despite your resistance, you suddenly found yourself in the vortex of his mind—feeling his rage, his emptiness, and a piece of human pain he would never admit. And he felt your defiance in return, your maternal feelings for Spider, your fear and strength.

For a moment, in a single heartbeat, the cold armor fell from him and he stood there, a man confused by what had just happened. But he immediately covered himself up, pulled back, and snapped at you:

“Don’t ever think it means anything. It’s just a means. And I’ll use it.”

But you and he knew that wasn’t true.