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"Good morning! Rise and shine my dear, we've got a big day ahead!"
The whumpee groaned as the whumper threw open the curtains, letting the morning light wash over the room. Their head was pounding.
"How did you sleep?" The whumper turned to them with a light smile.
"I've had better nights."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that," they crossed over to the whumpee reaching up to unlock the cuffs that attached them to the bed frame during the night.
The whumpee sat up, rubbing the soreness from their wrists, "Could I have some water please?"
"Of course," the whumper strode to their door, poking their head out to call to a servant.
The whumpee sighed, a cold resignment hung over them this morning. They weren't quite sure how long it had been, more than a week, two maybe, perhaps even a month. It hardly seemed like a prison. Their room was well appointed, shelves lined with books, games, and trinkets, red velvet chairs and curtains. A beautiful hardwood desk was stocked with all matter of paper goods for their use. The bed was comfortable and they had their own adjoined bathroom.
But, their door locked from the outside.
A gilded cage is a cage nonetheless.
They jumped slightly as they realized the whumper was standing right in front of them, holding their water.
"Are you alright?"
They blinked hard, "yeah-, yes, sorry," they reached out and took the glass, draining it and setting it aside.
"Something seems to be on your mind, won't you share it with me?" The whumper took a seat next to them on the bed.
The whumpee's skin prickled at their increased proximity, "it's nothing really," they put on a forced smile, staring ahead.
"Whumpee," the whumpers hand was on their chin, pulling them to meet their gaze, "I would appreciate your honesty."
Their tone sent a shiver down the whumpee's spine.
"If I speak honestly, you'll be angry with me."
The whumper's face darkened, "what could possibly be causing so much trouble this morning?"
The whumpee felt tears prick at the corners of their eyes, they tried to backtrack, "it's nothing, I think I'm just tired," they were trying to convince themselves as much as the whumper, "honestly, I'm barely awake-"
"Whumpee," the simple utterance of their name caused them to flinch, "what can you not tell me?"
"I-" the whumpee felt the first tear roll down their cheek, "I want to go home."
The words broke any resolve the whumpee had, their tears began to flow in the earnest.
The whumper's expression was unreadable. They stood.
They took a step towards the door and for a moment the whumpee believed they were just going to leave, when suddenly they spun around, striking the whumpee across the face.
More the surprise than the force of the slap sent the whumpee to the ground.
They didn't try to get up, just held their stinging cheek and stared up at the whumper, crying quietly.
"You ungrateful brat," the whumper spat, "clearly you need to be reminded of how lucky you are."
ok there is NO WAY i’m doing a full episode thoughts thing anytime soon but I do have to talk abt one Crosshair thing:
When I first watched the episode, Crosshair picking up the gun and shooting everyone felt like a desperate escape attempt, I thought that was where they were going with it. I thought he would try to run and end up failing. And that wasn’t the case.
But watching it again, there’s more to it. (and it’s probably kinda obvious but listen i’m just interested bshsjsjsk) Firstly, Crosshair isn’t trying to escape. He grabs the gun, fights his way through the facility, and intentionally makes his way to a transmission hub. He calls the batch, but what does he tell them?
Plan 88. The Seeker. Which Tech explains as “We’re being targeted.” And we see Crosshair after the coms cut still trying to speak, warning them: “You have to hide. They’re after O-“
First of all HE ALMOST SAYS OMEGAS NAME OMG AAAAAA but secondly, he’s telling them to run. He’s warning them to get away because the Empire is gunning for them and he will not allow that to happen. He’s fighting to keep them safe, not just by refusing to help the Empire find them, but by actively warning them to hide.
He breaks free from the empires control and uses the precious moments he has to warn them about the Empire.
But he doesn’t ask for help.
He calls the batch, directly contacting them for the first time in who knows how long, while he’s currently imprisoned and being tortured and experimented on, but he doesn’t do it to save himself, he just wants them to stay safe. He doesn’t bother telling them anything about his situation, he doesn’t say where he is, he doesn’t say that he’s in trouble, he doesn’t ask for help at all. I wonder if he even thinks about it.
…so yeah anyway Crosshair is the absolute best brother he cares SO MUCH OMG HES AN ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART WAAAAAAAAA
ligaments of legions forming forth some inanimate collective,
the body itself, an awareness, which dwells beneath the mind:
partitioned by the mind itself, the shamanism & the teacher,
both seen as an acquiescent medium of archaic archetypes,
beneath the unconscious, weighted darkness waits in dark,
calisthenic union, the black mass of contortionistic creation,
the ragdoll of justification, now seen as some opposing force,
without entropic principles all things shall remain in motion,
& beneath the vapid merging, the depth of humanity quells;
stones of porous material tentatively fluctuate in the notion,
another strange catalysis, change seen as catastrophic flux.