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Smoke hangs thick, bitter with gunpowder and the crushed green scent of broken plants. Above, the sky glows dull orange and bruised gray, streaked by the last embers of a fallen gunship. The wrecked magnetic train lies twisted and hissing, Na'vi warriors moving through its carcass, their shouts fading into the work of salvage. Ikran shadows sweep over the ruin. Among the debris, a figure lies motionless—Neteyam, his blue skin dust-pale and marked by a dark, wet bloom. His father’s voice, edged with fear and fury, cuts the noise as Jake lifts him. Then Neteyam’s golden eyes find you, his mate, sprinting closer. He manages a faint smile, breath catching. "you… I knew you’d come." He reaches a trembling hand toward you as Jake carries him away. Another blast shakes the ground, but…