Thinkin bout Sampo Koski rn as like. His character n what we get of him in honkai star rail and he fucking. He confuses me like. There has to be So Much more to him like
The general vibes of him and especially how other characters treat him is that of comic relief, a punching bag, a goof, just a slick conman causing trouble. It's genuinely difficult NOT to insult him n treat him badly with dialogue options and any time he's even mentioned March 7th hisses at him. He's literally a cryptid in belobog. He's a joke.
But. But. There's his light cone. It makes me insane. It contradicts all of that.
In it he's competent. He's badass. He's omnipotent. He's able to somehow know a sniper from however far away is locked on him and address them specifically.
And even like... in the entire plot of jarilo-vi he's spoken of like he's not much. He's a 4 star character. But he's practically as present as bronya and seele and Gepard and his involvement in the story is ASTRONOMICAL. He has a part in every major event. He's the one who drags the Trailblazers and bronya into the Underworld. He's the one who takes you to svarog, to the overworld again. He gets Natasha and saves you from svarog. He's the first character you ever meet on jarilo.
And he seems to just vanish before you confront cocolia. But no. Sampo is the one who has the last word and wraps up the entire mission on jarilo-vi. He fucking breaks the forth wall. Jarilo-vi both begins and ends with Sampo.
He calls himself shadowy comic relief yet he seemingly orchestrated everything. What is he. What the fuck is he doing. What else is up with him and when will we get more of him. I want to bite into him and tear him apart.
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Top tier Desert Duo angst to me is:
1.) You are my sun. You are my earth. We were meant to orbit each other in every lifetime, and I'm sorry the universe pulls us apart.
2.) I'm sorry my blood dirties your hands. I'm sorry I spilled your blood onto myself. I'm sorry for taking from you. I'm sorry for making you unclean. I'm sorry I can't see why you don't blame me.
3.) Do you know what I am? I'm sorry.
4.) Stop apologizing. I love you.
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The thing is, Phil is actually doing alright.
He knows he's trapped, knows most likely no one will come looking for him for a few days at least. He knows he was tricked with the stupidest setup that he should've seen from a mile away (did see and didn't care about the consequences, is never above throwing himself on a sword if it's to save his kids). He knows he has limited food aside from golden apples, that this tiny home was built specifically to taunt him in every way, that he won't be able to tell how much time has passed or if his kids are okay or if anyone is even looking for him.
He knows. And that's exactly why he's doing alright.
Because the thing about torture is that it's scientifically proven not to work. That once you know someone's goal is to break you, it becomes that much easier to resist breaking. He knows what the federation wants- they want him to break down, crying and begging to see his kids again, just so that they can make an offer he won't refuse, so they can use him.
Phil is not only smarter than that, but bigger than that.
He's spent eons with no one but his crows for company. Eons spent idling, no goal in mind except what he gives himself, finding new ways to keep himself occupied. This? This is nothing. Phil is strong. Phil is resilient. Phil is the Angel of Death.
Phil is laying curled up on his side in front of the door.
Moving would take energy. Energy he needs to conserve and use for planning, for keeping sane, for not breaking. He can do all of that from the ground, in the spot the walls are thinnest and he has the greatest chance of hearing any changes from the other side.
(He can't hear anything. Hasn't for the past however long. It's probably been less than an hour, right? He can't have been laying here for hours.)
Phil is listening. He's on his side, breathing evenly, not moving a muscle, because he's listening.
(Just the birds and his own breaths. They still come a little wet, a little hoarse.)
He knows what he's listening for. Fit's smooth baritone, Toby's post-pubescent rasp, Missa's soft worry, even Forever's booming shouts. He can picture them clearly in his mind- picture isn't the right word, but the point is he can practically hear them, sharp and real, right there on the other side of this wall.
They aren't. He knows that. But they will be.
(No one was before, those eons alone. He didn't listen then. He could fly then. Could create. Could explore. Had only himself to worry about besides.)
Phil has his eyes closed. He doesn't sleep, doesn't dream. He's listening.
He's listening.
He-
"Phil? Phil, are you in there? Phil!"
He can hear them!
Of course. Of course, all he had to do was wait, he can open his mouth and shout to them now, he...
Phil is...
Phil is not opening his mouth.
Why? Why isn't he shouting? Why isn't he moving?
"Phil...?"
He's here. He's right here. Please, come on, he's right here!
"Did you find something?"
"No... I don't think so, sorry."
HE'S RIGHT HERE! PHIL IS HERE, PLEASE, LISTEN! HE'S HERE!
"Let's move on."
Phil is jolting awake.
His heart is beating. His lungs are heaving. His eyes are open. His mouth too.
Ah. Better stop screaming.
Better breathe slower too.
He is. Phil is breathing slower. He is. He is.
(Phil is sobbing.)
Phil is doing alright.
(Phil is being stupid. Has been nothing but stupid for the past two weeks- the first when he left, the second when he didn't find his children faster.)
He's alright.
(He's useless.)
He's alright.
(He's weak.)
He's alright.
(He's breaking.)
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thinking about harper's eyes,,,
harper with no glasses staring at you with those Pink Eyes and when asked if they're wearing colored contacts they just smile and go "hm? whatever do you mean?"
harper with glasses.... getting lost in the good doctor's eyes until the lenses shine from the fluorescent lighting above and you break out of the trance you were apparently in. alternatively breaking out of it because their glasses fog up <3 you're not sure why your doctor looks so flushed, nor why you can't remember the last couple of minutes...
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