+Failed Reasoning+

After waking up in a cell bound, and bruised, I was quickly escorted out and brought up to the main control room where Grace was. Grace, noticing my state, ordered, or more so threatened, one of the guards to bring her an ice pack. Taking a seat on the hologram table, Grace started to look me over while Quaritch nearby was messing with one of the computers.

Jake was the next to be brought in, along with the ice pack Grace had ordered. Looking at my brother I noticed he was pretty much in the same shape I was, but not as bad. Unlike him I could barely open my left eye. He just had a nasty bruise on his cheek. Pressing the ice pack on my eye I looked around the room. Although everyone was going about their normal business, some would still take a moment to look at us and stare. Others just simply tried to ignore us. What had we done that was so bad? Why had Quaritch ripped us from our links for that matter?

Noticing something out of the corner of my eye I turned and found Wainfleet escorting Norm in. He was definitely not a happy camper as he was forced into a chair in front of the female soldier that had brought me in. About that time Selfridge emerged from his safe zone, into the war zone. Turning on him immediately, Grace demanded, "What the hell is going on here! What on Earth made you come in and pull us out of the middle of a link? You are endangering this prog…"

However, Grace was immediately silenced as Quaritch moved away from the screen on the computer. It wasn't that there was some sudden sound, or that he spoke. It was simply because what she saw happening on the video he had put up for all of us to see.

My whole body froze over with shock as I watched, on the screen, Jake savagely smash the video cameras on the bulldozer with a rock. Still icing my bruise, I turned my one good eye on Jake. He just simply continued to look forward not at all fazed by this, and it was then that I realized he was proud he had done it. He wasn't Quaritch's lap dog. He hadn't been in a long while. I had been wrong about him. He did care for the Na'vi.

"You let me down, son," Quaritch spoke grimly as Wainfleet came over to stand beside Grace and me. I felt a chill go up my spine, but that was all before I turned my attention back to Quaritch and Jake. Looking between Jake and the video, he then carefully bent down to his level as he asked, "So, what, you find yourself some local tail, and you just completely forget what team you're playing for?" Giving him a 'fuck you' sort of look, I found that was all my brother had to say to him. Pulling away from icing my wound Grace spoke up, "Parker, there is time to salvage the situation. Parker…"

"Shut your pie hole!" Jumping off of the hologram table suddenly, I came to stand in front of Grace protectively as I seethed, "Or what, Ranger Rick? You gonna shoot her?"

"I can do that," he threw back obnoxiously. Going to raise my fist, I found Grace immediately taking hold of it and pulling me back before Wainfleet could get to me first.

"You need to muzzle your dog," Grace told Parker angrily as she sat me back down and made me start icing my wound again.

"Yeah, can we just take this down a couple of notches, please," Parker spoke now jumping into the situation as he walked forward, to step in between the two adults.

"You say you want to keep your people alive," Jake asked looking up at Quaritch bravely, as the man turned to look at Jake with that smirk still plastered on his mouth, "You start by listening to her." With a nod of his head toward Grace she went on to say, "Those trees were sacred to the Omaticaya in a way you can't imagine." Getting irritated with this whole situation now Parker spoke out irrationally as he circled around Quaritch, "You know what? You throw a stick in the air around here, it's gonna land on some um sacred fern, for Christ's sake!"

Getting just as irritated with the way things were going now, Grace left my side and rounded around Jake to come stand in front of Parker as she raised her voice a few decimals, "I'm not talking about some kind of pagan voodoo here. I'm talking about something real, something measurable in the biology of the forest." From the absence of Grace, Wainfleet started to move closer, only making me jump to attention immediately and come stand closer to Jake.

"Which is what, exactly," Parker demanded. Calming herself, Grace started to explain, "What we think we know is that there is some kind of electrochemical communication between the roots of the trees, like the synapses between neurons. And each tree has ten-to-the-fourth connections to the trees around it, and there are ten-to-the-twelfth trees on Pandora." Although Grace was clearly moved by all of this, as were Jake and I ever so slightly, Parker however, was finding this all too comical as he stated without a care, "Which is a lot, I'm guessing."

Still moved by this discovery she had made, she came to stand right in front of him, as she made sure to hold eye contact, "It's more connections than the human brain. Get it? It's a network. It's a global network, and the Na'vi can access it. They can upload and download data. Memories. At sites like the one you just destroyed. Yes!" Nodding his had precariously until the very moment Grace ended her explanation, it was all he could do to keep from laughing, "What the hell have you people been smoking out there?" Looking at him shocked that he hadn't taken this heart I couldn't help but notice the hurt expression on Grace. All that work she had done, and for what; a simple laugh in her face?

"They're just goddamn trees," Parker continued to laugh as Grace became angry.

"You need to wake up Parker…"

"No. You need to wake up," he threw back at her, yet that wasn't going to stop her from continuing.

"…the wealth of this world isn't in the ground. It's all around us. The Na'vi know that, and they are fighting to defend it. If you want to share this world with them, you need to understand them."

"I'd say we understand them just fine thanks to Jake and Mia here," Quaritch suddenly spoke up from near the computers. Turning my gaze upon him I watched as he messed with the computer before replying, "Hey, Doc, come take a look." Turning to look at the screen, we all found a video instantly popping up; a video that both Jake and I knew was part of his video logs. Immediately the whole room seemed to quiet.

"They're not gonna give up their home. They're not gonna make a deal. (Scoffing) For what? Lite beer? And blue jeans? There's nothing that we have that they want. Everything they sent me out here to do is a waste of time. They're never gonna leave Hometree." Grace comfortingly placed her hand on Jake's shoulder as the next video popped up, only this time it was mine, "The Na'vi don't give a shit about what we have. This is their home, always has been, and always will be. There is no deal to be made here. No offer we can give them. (Scoffing) Jake and Quaritch are fools to think there is. They won't ever leave Hometree. (Laughing madly) It's their home. I mean would you leave yours, if someone was forcing you out. No, you'd fight tooth and nail like any other living creature would do."

As the video ended, I found everyone turning to look at us. The word was out. Everyone knew what we had learned, and they didn't like it. Looking over at Grace she just gave me a look as if to say, 'It wasn't your fault,' before turning to listen to Quaritch, "So, since a deal can't be made, I guess things get real simple. Jake, Mia, thanks. I'm getting all emotional. I might just give you two a big wet kiss…"

"This doesn't mean anything. Nothing is ever simple Quaritch it's…."

"Shut up w…"

"…always going to be complicated…"

"I TOLD YOU IF YO DON'T SHUT UP…"

"YOU'LL SHOOT ME! TRY IT BUDDY! I FUCKING DARE YOU TOO," I screamed angrily stepping forward and standing chest to chest with him as we squared off. This time Wainfleet and the female soldier got to me before Grace. Pulling me away from him I replied, "You can't do anything to me. You're a coward and always will be by standing behind a big gun and a fist. Try some words you ape."

"It's better than being a fake I guess," he taunted, and it was then that I froze through my struggles against the two soldiers holding me. Noticing my reaction he chuckled, "Yeah, I know. We should be putting you in jail for fraud, Miss Sully." The rest of the group was looking at him oddly, all except for Jake. It was as if Jake knew what he meant as if….

"When I first blackmailed your brother I didn't know about this video. Hell it would have came in real handy, but it seems he knew of it from the way he immediately jumped in to save your ass when I told him we had incriminating evidence against you. I guess this was just a wonderful coincidence don't you think, Jake," Quaritch chuckled as he sat something up on the screen before one of the many first videos I did here came up onto the computer. It was then that I realized what video he meant. It was the video I spilled my guts in; the video that I had forgotten to delete. Jake had heard… either that or he had seen it. Looking between him and the video I felt my heart ache. I had been the reason he had followed Quaritch's orders. He had been trying to protect me all along.

Not looking at me he continued to stare forward with a hard glare, and angry grimace. He was not happy he had been tricked, nor was I. Turning my gaze onto the video; I began to listen with the others as they watched.

"…I'm a downright failure. Hell I wouldn't have passed high school if Tommy hadn't done most of my homework. I cheated on the tests, and on the serious tests I just memorized the last ones. I wouldn't have ever made it into the college I did if Tommy hadn't have been friends with most of its directors. Tommy was the smart one, not me. I don't even have a degree in Diplomacy. I never finished, because I had a nervous breakdown right before finals. I lied to my family and everyone else I ever told I did. Sure I took the classes, but I never really understood some of it. Me being a gymnast was true. I wasn't the best on of my team, and I was probably the worst, but I was a gymnast. I just grew into it after a while. Most of the books that are supposedly written by me, well I just told the story while another person wrote them down for me. Probably the only real thing I'm a genius at is languages. I'm good at learning cultures, and languages. I'm good at singing, but that's probably the only thing good about me.

"I have nervous breakdowns and that's why I never could finish any of my work I'd start. I get pressured easily. Hell I can't even choose what color shirt I'm going to wear from one day to the next without thinking it over for about an hour or so. The reason I had been drinking that night of the accident, which killed the woman in the other car…well I was upset because all my nervous break-downs had made me have a miscarriage. I killed what little life I really could create. That's why I went to rehab and therapy. Not because of the drinking and the drugs. Tommy was always right there covering my ass up, and making me seem like a saint, but I'm not perfect. I'm a liar and a fake. I shouldn't be here; Tommy should be…hell even Jake has more right to be here more than me."

I knew there was more, as did Quaritch, but he stopped the video from there. "From the way it looks, you're in deep water, so I wouldn't be threatening anybody any time soon, or giving diplomatic advice…"

"I took the damn classes you idiot. I know how to be a diplomat! Just because I didn't finish the goddamn class doesn't mean I don't know…"

"SHUT UP," was all Selfridge said, before I turned to look at him. "It's the truth…"

"I don't give a damn. You know what, get them out of here. I don't care where they go as long as you get them all the hell out of here. The program is over everyone, pack your stuff cause you're all heading home." Selfridge said angrily turning his back on all of us as he headed towards his office. With that said we were all ushered out of the room and down to the lab. We weren't allowed to link, and that was an order, but they let us roam free, so that we could 'pack.' The moment the guards were gone, I grabbed a mask, and headed out the first door I found to the avatar training course.

Sitting outside on one of the many logs, I just let my mind run over everything that had just happened. Just like that, it was all coming to end. No goodbye to Tsu'tey, Mo'at, Neytiri, or any of them for that matter. It was all over. I felt the tears began to pour long before the choking sobs came over me.

Everything, everyone here…they were all fucked up. We had all made mistakes in the past. We had all done bad things, or gone through them, but here…here we had made up for them. Here we had found a new life, a new home, and new friends. Here we had grown as people, but now…everything was being taken away from us, for what? For a simple deadly sin; greed.

Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I leaned forward as I tried to calm the sobs escaping from my lips. I couldn't return home; not after all that I had been through here. Returning home would mean breaking Tommy's final wish. It would mean returning back to the world where I wasn't happy; a world that was both literally and figuratively dead. It would mean leaving behind Tsu'tey; hope and life.

Not hearing their footsteps, I instead felt their hands upon my shoulder. Taking a seat beside me they tried to pull me in for a hug, but instead I yanked myself away from them and stood up. All heart wrenching sobs ceased, all tears faded, and instead were replaced with anger.

As the wind picked up, so did my fury as I rounded on the person who had dared come to see me, "This isn't fair. None of it. They don't listen…they don't see. This world is better than ours ever was, and their trying to destroy it. They're trying to turn it into some dump like the one we live on. It isn't right, and for them to act like we're in the wrong…. I hate them. I hate all of them."

"I know," was all Norm could say at first. It was quiet for a few moments as he watched me steam, then he added, "We all know. The human race has always done this Mia, and if you're the slightest bit siding with 'the enemy,' they'll treat you like dirt and try and make the others turn against you."

"I'm well aware of that," I scoffed irritably crossing my arms.

"Why didn't you say anything to us about it," Norm asked suddenly. Looking down at him my gaze softened, but my mouth remained a thin line.

"It was my problems, not yours, or Grace's. I took the classes Norm. I knew what I was doing to a point. It was never my strong point, but I knew the material just as well as the next average college student. I just got pressured easily when it came time for the finals. I felt like I didn't know enough, so I panicked. I skipped out on the final course test. I took the whole course through I just never finished the final step. I probably could have gotten my degree I just…"

"Freaked out," Norm finished for me. Looking at him I gave a calm nod. Continuing he replied, "Has it always been bad? I mean your panic attacks. Have they always been the cause?"

"Yes…"

"Bullshit," Norm suddenly spoke making me turn and look at him.

"What…"

"Mia, that's your excuse. Yeah I'm sure it was part of the reason, but you're making excuses because you're afraid. You were afraid of change, of taking responsibility, and becoming a leader. You've always let your brothers take care of you, and you got used to it. You got used to the fact that you were just part of the group, never the leader. So whenever it's came time for you to own up to it, you can't. Here's the thing though, since you've been here…how many panic attacks have you had?"

"Maybe a handful…"

"Barely any compared to what I'm sure you used to have. Since you've been here you've made progress emotionally, and mentally. Here you were forced to own up to all of those things. You're a better person than you were years ago Mia. You've changed, which is why Grace, nor I, are angry with you. We understand, sure she's upset you didn't tell her about it, but she knows you. She knows that you know the material because she's watched you in action. She sees that you know what you're doing, unlike these idiots here. You don't need a piece of paper to prove your good at this, and she knows that, and you know it," Norm declared as he stood up and walked over to me, "Mia you're as good as the next person, or diplomat. The only thing that's kept you from it is yourself, because you're afraid. I think if you got over that fear and stood up to them, then they'd see just how wrong they are about you needing a piece of paper proving you're knowledge on the matter." With a simple nod he took me into his arms and hugged me tight. Norm was a good friend. I could see that clearly now. I could have really used him years ago, but at least I had him now.

"Come on, let's head back inside. You need to start icing that eye again," Norm replied as he pulled away. Throwing his arm around my shoulder he led us back inside where we found Grace and Jake talking amongst one another. As we entered they both looked up at us; particularly me. Looking between the two I watched as Grace slowly stood up and came to stand in front of me. Expecting the worst of her I instead found her leaning forward to hug me as she replied, "Next time, tell me, instead of hiding it." Nodding I hugged her back. Pulling away I walked past her and over to Jake. Taking a seat in front of him I spoke, "Guess I owe you an apology, don't I?"

"It would be nice," Jake replied, before a smile appeared, "but not needed. The look on your face proves you're sorry enough."

"Still, I'm sorry Jake. I was wrong to assume you were doing it for the wrong reasons. I should have figured you were just protecting me, and looking out for me. You're not the same narcissistic guy I knew from years ago. You've grown up, and you care for me...just as much as I care for you. The way that I've been treating you…the way I've treated you since Sage's death, it was wrong. I wish I could make it up, but I have a feeling that at this point there's not much I can really do. However what I can do is say that owe you…for all that you've done for me. I couldn't wish for a better brother, and I love you Jake," I finished as he continued to stare at me. At this point I thought he just didn't want to hear it, but after a moment or two he placed his hand on mine, making me look up from the floor. Looking into his eyes, I saw the acceptance. The forgiveness, that both of us had been waiting for.

"I love you too sis. Like I said, you didn't have to apologize. I already knew," and with that he pulled himself to me by my hand and wrapped his arms around me as I immediately leaned into his hug. With new tears freshly pouring down my cheeks I refused to let go. Even through everything that we had been through, I knew that as family we would always forgive one another, and why? It was because of the bond we had. The triplet bond we shared. It was because we understood one another, and because we were blood. Nothing could change that. We were brother and sister, and that was set in stone. We'd always forgive one another because we loved and needed each other.

Pulling away, Norm and Grace took that as their chance to come sit with us. Pulling out a bottle of rum, Grace poured all of us a drink. We all needed some. After that we sat in silence watching as the people in the lab began to pack up their things. The program was over, and there was no longer a need for this stuff.

Pouring herself another drink, as Max gave orders for people to keep the packing on track, I found that Grace was on her fifth shot. Taking the bottle off the table, knowing the fact that when you're depressed you'll keep drinking no matter how strong your self control, I hid it under my chair.

Finally speaking up, Jake replied, "This is how it's done." Picking up a book on the Na'vi he held it up for us to see, "When people are sitting on shit that you want, you make them your enemy. Then you're justified in taking it."

"That's how it's been for years, Jake. We know," I said, right before Trudy appeared breathless from behind my brother. Looking up at her questioningly she replied, "Quaritch is rolling the gunships. He's gonna hit hometree." Looking at her in disbelief, I heard Grace's, "Oh my god," before I shot up with her. Without so much as an explanation, we dashed out of the room as quick as we could, and headed straight for the control room.

Upon arriving we were met with guards, as they tried to force us back, but we weren't having any of it as we stormed into the room.

"Dr. Augustine, Mia Sully, You cannot be up here," the soldier yelled as we stormed up to Selfridge who was currently standing at the window up front looking out over all of the gunships that were being prepared to leave.

"Back off," I ordered, as I turned and shoved him. It wasn't a good shove, but it was my best attempt as Grace strode over to Selfridge.

"Parker. Wait. Stop. These are people you're about to…"

"No,no,no,no,no," Parker said pointing a finger at her as I fought off the solider trying to drag me away. About that time Jake came rolling in, "They're fly-bitten savages that live in a tree! All right? Look around! I don't know about you, but I see a lot of trees! They can move!" Looking up from his angry rant he waved his arms at the soldiers as if warding the off, "Can you guys just please…"

"Yes sir," the soldier who was trying to drag me away said, before he walked off, finally leaving me be.

"There are families in there. There are children. Babies. Are you gonna kill children," Grace asked trying to make him think of what exactly he was doing.

"You don't want that kind of blood on your hands. Believe me," I spoke from the heart knowing I could relate to that as I remembered what had happened to that woman in that car crash I had had years ago. It was a feeling I could honestly say I didn't wish upon anyone, not even Selfridge, "Just let me try to talk them out. They trust us." Looking at me carefully, I knew he was trying to figure out what to do. If I could say I had done something it was that I had at least made Selfridge take time and think about what he was doing. At least I had done one thing diplomatic.

"Fine," he spoke, "Get them down to the lab." With that we were pulled away by soldiers and ushered down to the lab with Selfridge right on our heels. Calling ahead to let them know we were coming, we walked in just in time to find a mad house as we were ushered to our link beds.

Soldiers stood by as Jake, Grace, and I opened the hatches to our links and got in. As I was shutting the net, Selfridge came forward, and pointed a finger in my face as he leaned down and warned unhappily, "Listen to me. You've got one hour. Unless you want your friends in there when the ax comes down, you get them to evacuate. One hour." With that he shut the hatch leaving me in darkness. I could still hear the voices outside as he went over to Jake's hatch to say the same thing to him. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he didn't want the Na'vi to die either, but he was running out of options, and in my opinion Selfridge was just a puppet in the company's hands as well as Quaritch's.

Closing my eyes I willed away all thoughts. Before I knew it I was being thrown through the light tunnel, and into my avatar. Hitting the bright light I opened eyes and found myself in a whole different situation than I thought I'd find myself in. Looking around I realized I was lying in a leaf net, a bed, but it wasn't mine. No, it was Tsu'tey's, and I was not alone.

Lying beside me, Tsu'tey watched as I turned to look at him. Suddenly memories flooded back to me, from what had happened last time I was here. Sitting up I looked away, "I'm sorry, for what I did. I'm sorry that I made you think that I still wanted to be with Neytiri. I was just angry with your brother for what he had done. I felt as if he was depriving the clan of a real leader, by mating with Neytiri. I did not want him chief, nor did I want to take his place. I still want to be chief, but I want to be with you more. I just want my people to have the best, and I felt that your brother wasn't. It was wrong of me to do what I did, and I am sorry, Mia."

"I accept your apology. I'm sorry that I hit you, but you did deserve it," I spoke up finally turning to look at him, and then realization hit me, "Tsu'tey why didn't you take me to my bed. They're gonna kno…"

"They already do. Atan'eko told them. He was spying on us when we were together. Everybody knows," Tsu'tey said just as calmly as he looked. Groaning silently I placed my head into the palm of my hands. Yet I soon found Tsu'tey pulling them away as he leaned forward and kissed them before placing a light kiss on my temple. I was going to miss him. I was going to miss this, and as a stray tear fell from my eye, he quickly noticed it.

"What is wrong? What has happened," he asked as I opened my eyes and replied, "Hometree is in danger, Tsu'tey. They're coming to destroy hometree right now. We must warn everyone." Right about then was when Jake came up the tree limb with Neytiri and Grace, "Come on, Mia. We don't have long?" Looking from Jake to me startled from hearing this he replied, "What does he mean you don't have long?" Standing up I jumped out of his leaf bed and onto the limb where the others stood.

"I'll explain, but right now we need to talk to the others," and with that I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Jake, Grace, and Neytiri followed close behind, as Tsu'tey soon caught up with them.

Coming down the spiral staircase-like tree limb, Neytiri took to the front of me immediately, as Jake followed closely behind. Grace came in behind him, with Tsu'tey mere inches away from her back.

"Father, Mother," Neytiri cried out getting their attention. Turning away from the other warriors as they figured out battle plans they turned to look at us. Stepping forward I spoke, "Eytukan, I have something to say."

"Listen," Grace urged him as he looked at me curiously.

"Speak MiaSully," Eytukan ordered giving his permission for me to say what I needed.

"A great evil is upon us. The Sky People are coming to destroy Hometree," I said repeating the last three words over. Jake not knowing what I was saying turned to Neytiri and begged her to translate, "Look, tell them they're gonna be here soon." Neytiri, listening to Jake, stepped forward and spoke to Eytukan, Jake's words in Na'vi.

"You have to leave, or you're gonna die," Jake spoke frantically from beside me as he turned his gaze onto the couple in front of us.

"Are you certain of this," Mo'at questioned looking between us. Giving a nod, I expected Jake to do the same, but instead he went on to say something else.

"Look, they sent me here to learn your ways, so one day I could bring this message and that you would believe it," Jake explained, as I realized just what he was doing. He was telling the truth. He was owning up to what we had done, and he was finally telling them the truth about us.

"What are you saying, Jake? You knew this would happen," Neytiri asked suddenly from beside him as she came to stand before him. Nodding, I watched as Neytiri's look of shock only grew as Jake answered, "Yes." Slowly that shock was being replaced with acceptance, and then hurt as Jake went on to say, "Look, at first it was just orders, and then everything changed. Okay? I fell in love. I fell in love with the forest and with the Omaticaya people. And with you." Slowly the hurt grew to sadness mixed with anger, as she shoved his hands off of her arms. "I trusted you," she cried out, as he continued to say, "With you. With you."

"I trusted you," She repeated as anger began to feel her up.

"Trust me now, please," Jake begged her still thinking this could all be fixed as he tried to take her into his arms once again, but she wouldn't have any of it, "YOU WILL NEVER BE ONE OF THE PEOPLE! YOU WILL NEVER BE ONE OF THE PEOPLE!"

"I shouldn't have…" Jake tried to reason still keeping calm while I turned my own eyes on Tsu'tey who was now looking at me with the same look Neytiri had had on her face one moment ago. Shock, he was shocked, and it was slowly turning into what Neytiri was now.

"We tried to stop them," Grace spoke out, however Neytiri wouldn't listen.

"Neytiri, please! Please," Jake begged as she moved away from him and went to stand behind her mother, as I now turned to Tsu'tey hoping maybe he would listen to me.

"Tsu'tey, please, try to understand…you've seen it with your own eyes. Our bond we created…you saw, and you know I would never do anything to hurt you, nor would my brother, or Grace," but he wasn't listening as anger clouded his own judgment.

"DON'T SPEAK TO ME. YOU LIE," he yelled pointing an angry hand in my direction as he too backed away.

"No. Tsu'tey please…if you love me then please listen…" I began to cry as Grace stepped forward to place a hand upon my shoulder in comfort.

"NO," he growled, before hissing angrily at me. Eytukan turned to the other warriors, as well as Tsu'tey and said furiously, "Bind them." The warriors, as well as Tsu'tey made their way toward us, as Grace continued to yell out in Na'vi, "Leave now. You have to they are coming!" However she was soon overpowered as the warriors pushed her down and binded her.

Jake gave in easily, not even putting up a fight, as did I. Tsu'tey held me as the other warriors bound my hands and made sure I did not move. Why should I move? Where was there to run? Hearing the war cries from the warriors and the Na'vi within the room; I knew it was over trying to reason with them. We had betrayed them. We had learned their ways, wormed our way into their hearts and lives, and we had stabbed them in the back. We had simply handed them on a silver platter to the RDA. Looking over at my brother I watched as he simply just gave up. Closing his eyes I watched as he prayed; prayed for their lives… not ours. Ours weren't even worth the prayer anymore.

Yanking me up, Tsu'tey and the other warriors ushered us forward out of the entrance of Hometree. Turning to look at him, I found him avoiding eye contact with me. Instead he stared straight forward. Turning my eyes away as well, I felt the tears began to pour anew. I had lost everything within just a few hours. Once again the Lord, no, Eywa had taken everything from me just like she always had. It was a continuous cycle. Everything I loved, or cared about was being taken away from me, just like it always had, and who was to blame? Me. All of us. Them. We had all lost our faith, our hope, and this time it felt like it was it. After this any hope I still had left in me…it now was gone. We had failed. I had failed.

Hope this was a pretty good chapter. I know I stuck a lot to the movie, and I took a few lines from some people, but I felt as if those were some things Mia would do. I felt like it matched her character; especially the scene where Jake spoke up to Selfridge about not wanting blood on his hands. That was an experience Mia could relate too, so I felt like she needed to say it. I also felt like, because she was the diplomat, that she needed to be the first to speak to Eytukan. Yell at me if you want, but it fit better for me like this. I'll try to make the next chapter better, I promise. Anyway I hoped you liked it, because I did work really hard on it, believe it or not. I know I especially liked the scene where Mia stood up to Quaritch. I hate that man grrrr. Either way I hope you liked it.

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P.S. I got some news from a little birdie that someone might be taking excerpts from my story and using them for their own gain. So I'm going to say this right now. If you are doing that, it doesn't make you a writer. By doing that you are only proving to yourself that you yourself can not write a Fanfiction of your own. However, if I'm mistaken by this, and if this little birdie is mistaken, I apologize for this note. It just really bugs when someone does something like that. Anyway I just wanted to tackle this issue now before it got out of hand.