Tamtey's body was still tense as they watched Major Bukowski strut off down the dark hallway.

So'Lek was coming... Everything was going to be-

That's when they noticed another glass cell across from them. Another Na'vi curled on the concrete floor, body thin and pale. Scratches covered the thick glass, the concrete, the metal walls. Blood lined where nails must've finally broke in the Na'vi's desperation to escape...

"H-Hey... Hey!" Tamtey tapped the glass with a open hand, the stranger didn't move. The Sarentu quickly swapped to the Na'vi language (which will be auto translated for ease), "Hello! A-Are you alright? ... Hello?" The young Na'vi's voice cracked, fear now lacing their voice...

What if his only company was a dead body?