~*~The Rebellion - RP~*~

Her breath catching in her throat, Neytiri hung her head, she then, unexpectedly, slammed her fist on a nearby table, yelling a curse. Her hand begun to bleed, but she couldn't care less. Her face was shadowed by pain, grief, and misery. "I've already lost my father, and half of my Omiticaya clan... I can't lose you too..." She whispered, her shoulders tense, her body trembling.
Nervously, he put his hand on her shoulder.
 
She dug her fingernails into her palm to stop herself from crying, but she miserably failed, blood seeping from her closed fist and onto the table. "How could Dad let this happen...?" She whispered, closing her eyes.
 
His muscular arms wrapped around her, just like before he lost his memory.

(Aw, crap. Bye.
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