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"I'm not sure if you'll be able to learn this language, it's very complex." Ivan says

Ivan had a feeling that Ni'awtu didn't want her son to be near him and just sighed and closed his journal.

Ryvn was reduced to crawling, seeing a hut up the way. He hoped they would be able to help him and get the message to the clan in time. He would die soon if he didn't get help, that much was for sure.

Ryvn's breathing was shallow, his vision fading in and out as the Na'vi female took him inside. His entire body was shaking and pale, as if he had seen a ghost. He hadn't been that way when he was attacked by some of the native wildlife, it was recent, and the cause of it was the same cause for his wounds... the skypeople.

One of the Na'vi healers began helping with Ryvn's wound, but ended up meeting the wide gaze of Ryvn, though it was clear that he was not able to see what was going on clearly. He was in a waking REM cycle. His mind was in shock still, and his body was worse off. "He is not right... Something happened to him, and I am sure it is not anything from here." the healer said as he traced Ryvn's wounds before finding the bullet hole in his shoulder. "I am sure now... it was the tawtutes... they attacked him, only their weapons make such marks."

Ryvn sat up, eyes closed. He seemed to have the will to live at least, and that was a good sign. He kept having flashbacks of the way things were before he went into cryo on earth, both he and his sister being put ino the first experimental cryostasis chambers invented in 2050. "You are both one of a kind, two of a dying breed of humans I believe. Even as most of society becomes brainwashed and dulled down, you two seek intelligence so vigorously that you will be the safeguard for the world." With that he and his sister were sent into the cryochambers, soon disappearing into a deep slumber. He remembered it all, the sorrow at seeing everything gray or light brown, burnt or worn away through war, deforestation or just overgrowth of cities. It was then that he had cried for the first time in his life. He had not cried when his squads were killed off one by one, he had not cried when he was near death in the VA hospital, but it was then that he cried. Suddenly his eyes shot open, obvious fear and sorrow in them.

Ni'awtu nuzzling Omocan and not wanting to loose her little son. Omocan looking at Ivan feeling sorry for him.