You...
...killed him?
Chula can help you.
generations are
echoing...
reaching out...
the most.
I needed you.
But you chose yourself!
It's hurt.
I found it.
It fell from a tree.
The bird didn't just fall, did it?
I didn't mean to hurt it.
I just wanted to see
if I could hit it.
I'm sorry.
You can't do this.
We don't harm living things.
In the old days,
the Choctaw called it
the Biskinik.
The Choctaw would tell the bird what to say,
and it would tap out messages on the trees,
warning when enemies approached.
We can fix it right?
I will see you later.
Mama?
You've really been hurting, huh?
You aren't alone.
All of us that came before
are a part of you.
Because we echo through you.
Echo.
Now it's time for the pain...
to go away.
I can't.
I don't know how.
I will help you.
Your ancestors will help you.
You come from a long line
of very special women.
All the way from Chafa herself.
They have carried the fire.
They were the protectors
of their people.
They fought for their family.
Now, it's your turn.
All I bring is danger.
I have to leave.
Don't run.
Stay.
Fight.
For us.
Remember your gifts.
Strategy.
Cunning.
Ferocity.
Love.
All of that
is infused in this...
Every seam on the suit shows
that you're part of us.
And we're part of you.
I love you.
Always.
I offered you everything.
How could you betray me like this?
Who betrayed who first?
You brought this upon yourself!
They have nothing to do with this!
They're in my blood, in my heart.
I'm a part of them, and they're a part of me.
I'm their legacy...
...not yours.
Good, now I know how much it will hurt you
when I kill the rest of your family.
Just like I killed your father!
Echo.
Trust me.
Don't listen anymore.
Let go of the pain. Let go of the anger.
You are my uncle.
Shut him out!
Give it to me, please.
Please.
Will we ever see it again?
Of course.