Neytiri Looks down at Jake, Nothing happens for a beat, Then, His eyes almost Pounce open. He sits up immediately. A tear of joy brushes down Neytiri's cheek,
Neytiri
'I see you, J'ake'
She smiles, she looks in his eyes, riveting gaze with her big
gold orbs to his.
Mo'at
(Thick Accent)
'Transformation is complete Jakesully; you are now a full Na'Vi'
Tsu'tey
(To the people in Na'Vi)
'The transformation is complete.'
Na'Vi all cheer, Jake and Neytiri stand up, Jake is completely naked, slightly embarrassed. They walk inside the tree of souls together, Neytiri picks up a sack.. Tsu'tey glances over but it does not bother him.
Jake
'The only thing I hated about that is being naked..'
Neytiri
'Well J'ake you are now very special in the Omaticaya clan, naked no longer! you must wear this!'
Neytiri reveals a sack with 4 pieces of clothing in it, a neck ring, two leather straps for the feet, and a 'Flap' for the below waist.
Jake knows this outfit is important for him to wear, he smiles up at Neytiri.
Jake
'Thank you. It means a lot to receive this from you.'
Although Neytiri is very happy for Jake; even though they cannot be together she loves him inside.
Jake leans over to kiss her, she looks down moving slightly away. Jake looks confused.
Neytiri
'I am Tsahìk now and you are Omaticaya.'
Jake
'I know it's great.'
Jake puts his hand under her chin and lifts her eyes up, she is crying.
Jake
'What are you saying Neytiri?'
Neytiri
(With hurt)
'I am saying the Tsahìk and the clan leader are a mated pair, not Tsahìk with Omaticaya'
Jake steps back, his eyes open. His stomach fills up with hurt and anger.
Jake
'Are you saying we are not mated Neytiri?'
Neytiri
(With hurt)
'Yes.'
Jake
(Looking at her with anger)
'I gave everything for you Neytiri. And all I get back is this! I betrayed my own race for you! All of this for you! What did I get back? A kiss then a shove to the ground? Because that's really all that did happen. You are not finishing with me, because I am finished.'
He picks up the sack of clothes, and walks away.
Neytiri crouches down hands on knees, cries; she rocks back and forward like a teen girl with a broken for the first time. She looks up seeing the pink strands being brushes to the side by a hand, hoping it would be Jakes, but this hand has four fingers.