Jake said nothing at first. He merely marveled at me. I thought, or liked to think, that he was in disbelief about the means of my journey here. That was just my fantastical take, though.
"Thirty years ago... Shit." He clapped his hand to his head, incredulous.
"Yup. Crazy, huh?" I said, laughing pathetically to myself. "Tell no one what you know." He was shocked.
"Wait, why? No one's gonna-"
"-JUST, please. I can't..." I shook my decorated head. Although he was reluctant, he agreed. An unspoken understanding passed between us.
There was silence for what seemed like an eternity. The fire crackled busily, ever reminding us of the task that was soon to be at hand. War was upon the Na'vi, a war with the very people she knew and loved.
"Thank you, Jake Sully." I finally spake. "Turuk mak tao."