This Is Perfect And I Need Everyone In The Avatar Fandom To See This To See The Real Jake No He’s Not

This is perfect and I need everyone in the avatar fandom to see this to see the real Jake no he’s not perfect and that’s ok but not acknowledge  it is doing a injustice to his character

Brother of mine

Jake had a secret, a silly and pointless one really, but still a secret. He never stopped checking what day it would have been on Earth, he knew it was pointless, but there was a strange comfort in it. He began doing it after his permanent transfer into the avatar body, the reason behind it? He didn’t want to say, not even to himself, as it would hurt more than it already did.

He was glad for the small tablet Norm had given him to keep in the Metkayina village, it had both the Earth calendar and the Pandora one. The humans had created a whole new system, disregarding what was already in use by the Na’vi.

That day he waited, seated in his marui, to see the date of the Earth calendar switch, the usual dread came in. It had been years since his transfer, he became a father of four, now down to three and yet he couldn’t shake the feeling of being an imposter.

He laid down drained and looking lifeless, all of a sudden his hand crept along his arm, nails scraping his skin almost to help him remember this wasn’t a simple sack of meat, but his body, his and no one else’s.

Jake hated how enhanced every emotion and instinct felt in a Na’vi brain, and he missed his old human one, because the consequences of his actions hurt less back then. With this though in his mind he feel asleep, he always had very vivid dreams since he was a child, this time though it felt different. The colors were dull and he was in a long corridor with too many doors, some closed some open, extending so much that he couldn’t see the end to it, confused he looked around until he heard it, muffled laughter and the sound of small feet running.

Two children with the same brown hair passed right through him, as if he was incorporeal, or maybe they were. He couldn’t help himself, he wanted to follow them, they had entered one of the many doors, door that promptly closed right behind them, and when he tried opening it back he found it closed. It didn’t matter how many times he tried, that door was never going to open up for him. Soon others came, the ages differing, the same two children running together turned into pre teens, one trying to keep up with the other, then two teenagers pushing each other around. They all went into those doors that were closed off to him. His ears moved trying to grasp the sounds of what was happening behind, he figured that if he couldn’t see at least he could hear it. But no matter how hard he tried, the only thing he was able to hear were his own breathing and the sound of his steps. He kept walking until he saw them again, this time both two young adults, not even looking at each other, walking into two different doors.

“I see you’ve been enjoying it” Jake didn’t turn around “My body I mean, after all you always wanted what I had” He closed his eyes, feeling the tears on his cheeks “You always wanted to be me, and you always resented me for that” the voice was so collected, analytical, impersonal “Isn’t that why you favoured your fist son while also clipping his wings? Your responsible little soldier”.

“Tommy” Still he didn’t turn, but he didn’t need to, soon he was staring at his old face, well his brother’s. Strangely in this weird dream, or maybe weird limbo they were in there was no height difference. Yet he couldn’t help feeling small. “You know it’s not him right? The one you go visit every other day, it’s just your memories of him”

“Why you’re being so cruel?” He managed to ask with his voice broken. “Oh Jake, I guess it’s my turn now, you see” he clicked his tongue “I spent most of my life wanting you to be my brother, but you always left me behind. If you could take something from me you always would, I never understood why my academic achievements made you so jealous. Was it the praise I would receive from dad? Was it really that the reason you hated me?”

“You were the golden child, the one that didn’t get in trouble, the one with the scholarships and the bright future ahead! I had nothing” Jake couldn’t stop the childish recrimination from coming out “and so what if I pushed you away, I didn’t need a reminder on why I was such a fuck up!”

His brother’s lips curled in a mocking grin “And yet, you ruined both of your sons, because you were projecting us onto them. Neteyam was me, the overachiever, the responsible one, and as proud as he made you, you couldn’t help but resent him, I guess stealing his childhood and not allow him to have desires of his own felt nice to you, am I right? And Lo’ak, the adventurous, wild Lo’ak. He’s you, and you hate him for that. He reminds you every day who you are, and the one you lost, Neteyam, reminded you who you could have never been”

“Stop it! Stop it! What happened to you? You were never” but Tommy interrupted him “I was never this vicious? I guess that for once I wanted to repay you with the same coin… little brother” and then proceeded to laugh derisively at him “Or maybe, I’m just not him, Tommy I mean. Maybe I am you, and you’re simply having a conversation with yourself, we’re in your head after all” he looked around “You’re not sorry for how you treated me, nor are you sorry for what you did to your family. You’re selfish Jake, a selfish self-centred asshole. I guess maybe that’s the only trait Lo’ak didn’t inherit from you, he’s loyal and he didn’t want to leave anyone behind, and that makes you feel even worse about yourself, because you realised that he is you, but better” The corridor around them began fading, and so did his brother, the last thing he heard was “you just hate the weight of your own actions”