That same night, Altaïr approached the Tree of Souls to find your body still lying there, limp and lifeless. There was no sign of consciousness attached to it, only the Na'vi body remaining. Even when he knelt down and held your body in his arms, he found that it felt nothing like the you he knew. You were just cold and lifeless.

He couldn't imagine your human body being in this state. He refused to accept it.

Gently, he caressed your cheek with his thumb, wondering if he should accept defeat. Wondering if it was too late.

As he cupped your cheek, and thoughts wandered back to the past. He remembers when you were just a small teenager, tiny compared to how big you were now. Time had passed, changing both your bodies and lives. Now, holding you in his arms like this, he felt a mix of nostalgia and sadness.