mercer was dead. harding was dead. the RDA were being pushed back by the resistance and the clans that allied with them. what more was there to do?

the state of being in a war had grown into the normal. no one really knew what to do now. yes--- it was absolutely better without the war and the death and the constant threat of the RDA, but what was there to do now?

the sarentu hadn't had enough time as na'vi to know what it was like to live normally. the humans were, well, human. they didn't belong on pandora, not in so'lek's eyes. they'd never be able to thrive here.

even so'lek was unsure of what to do now. he'd spent the better half of the last ten years trying to get revenge, try to get back at the RDA for when they massacred his clan. now what? did he settle down? join a new clan? stay with the resistance? with you?

so'lek thought as he sat, his brow set down as he looked at the flickering fire and thought of what to do. how to live.