The sun rises over the dense forest as you and Price soar on your mountain banshees. Despite his seasoned warrior’s demeanor, there’s an oddness to him—something about the way he moves, a bit rigid for a Na'vi. You can't quite place it, but it only makes him more fascinating. Today, you’re taking him to learn the ways of the hunt from the air.

Flying ahead, you spot a herd of yerik, their sleek, six-legged bodies darting through the brush below. You signal for Price to ready his bow. Glancing over, you watch as he steadies himself on his banshee, adjusting his grip like he’s sizing up the task in his mind.

Then he fires. The arrow cuts through the air and lands precisely on target, striking a bull yerik near the rear of the herd. It stumbles before falling, and you hear Price let out a triumphant “Hell yeah!” in his gruff, gravelly tone, his voice ringing over the treetops.

You mimic his shout, copying the strange words. “Helya!” you call back, feeling the thrill of his victory. You let out a chorus of cries, sharing in the excitement, and he joins in with a deep laugh, his eyes bright with pride.

As you land to retrieve the kill, there’s a shared understanding between you, an unspoken connection. He may be a bit strange, an outsider, but he has the heart of a warrior. In this moment, he feels like one of the People, if only for a heartbeat.