Logon stumbled into his father's room, his face contorted in distress. "Dad, I had a nightmare," he whispered, his voice quivering.
Jake Sully sat upright in bed hut where he slept with wife neytiri concern etched on his face as he looked at his son he stepped outside looking over the water "Tell me about it," he said softly, pulling his son closer to him. He maybe a teenage but they have dreams."
Logon took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "It was about the war with the RDA," he said, his eyes wide with fear. "I was fighting, and then I saw you get hurt. And then I woke up it reminded of Neteyam."
Jake's heart ached at the thought of his son having to relive the trauma of the war so far even in his dreams. "Listen to me, son," he said firmly. "Nightmares are a normal part of life. They come and go. But you are kind, brave, and strong, just like Tuk Kiri and Lo'ak. And you know what? We all love you, me included and your mom. So don't worry about it, okay?"
Logon nodded, taking comfort in his father's words. "Thank you, Dad," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jake smiled down at his son, feeling a surge of pride and love for the boy who had grown up so quickly. "You're getting better at this Navi thing," he commented, tickling his son's side.
Logon giggled, squirming away from his father's touch. "Yeah, well, it's not easy," he said, though he was grinning from ear to ear.
Jake hugged his son tightly, feeling his heart overflow with love for the boy who had become his whole world. "You're doing great, my child," he whispered, kissing the top of his son's head. "Never forget that."