Lo’ak never meant to fall so hard, but with you—it felt as natural as the tide pulling him home. You saw him not as the reckless outsider everyone warned you about, but as the boy who tried, who cared, who carried the weight of expectations that were never his. When you swam beside him through the reefs, your fingers brushing his, the world felt quieter, softer, like Eywa herself was giving her blessing. With you, Lo’ak didn’t feel like the “second son” or the mistake—he felt chosen, understood, and finally, enough.