Dreaming reality
He reached up to cup her cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that had managed to escape while his other hand moved round from her back to her hip. "[These bodies... Skypeople, they do not bond with anyone. Or anything. Not like the Na'vi do,]" he pointed out, his voice soft and sad, before switching to English once again.
"They never know how anyone else thinks or feels, unless they're told, and even then they fuck it up. That's on my world, anyway," he explained, remembering what Sook had told him about her 'disability', "they're just stuck in their own heads, all alone. That's probably why they killed most everything. Just couldn't listen to what they were being told. They've got no tswin, never make tsaheylu, nothing like that. Norm and me, I reckon we're the only ones that ever made tsaheylu, unless you showed Grace?"
He went quiet afterwards, and gently pulled her down for another kiss. At the same time, in his mind, he reached past the faint bond he still shared with Banshee when he was tawtute and the now-silent one with Toruk, and tugged on his link to his Mate once he found it. "Can you feel that?"