From Brother Bear — Sitka

And in the quiet of Denahi’s heart, a voice finally answered the question he had carried for so long: Why did Sitka have to die?

He understood the spirits’ judgment instantly. It was not cruelty. It was a mirror. Kenai had killed without seeing. He had taken a life out of anger, and so he would be forced to live as the life he took. He would walk on four legs, smell the rain on moss, feel the terror of the hunter’s shadow. Only then would he understand that the bear he killed was also a brother. A mother. sitka from brother bear

And he saw the moment of truth. The glacier. And in the quiet of Denahi’s heart, a

He was falling upward, through a roof of stars. The pain of his body—the broken ribs, the river rocks—peeled away like birch bark. He felt the vastness of the Great Spirits, a chorus of wind and fire and ancient memory. When he opened his eyes, he had no eyes. He had a horizon. It was a mirror

You have hunted long enough, his gaze said. Put down the spear.

Thud.

Denahi stumbled back, his face a mask of terror and awe. “Sitka?”