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this is the only pure thing in this world. the fire came from the mountain when i was little. burnt our forest. it took everything. my people were starving. they cried for help. but eywa did not come. so i went to the fire and i learned its way. i am the fire. by my hand my people grow strong. we do not lay down and die just because eywa turns her back on us. we turn our backs on eywa. a weak mother for weak children. we do not suck on the breast of weakness.