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OHHHHHHH MY GOD WADA ROBIN WADA ROBIN EVERYBODY SHUUTTT THE FUCK UP
#im not making a gullveig post i dont care#shes hot and everything but. eh#ANWAYS ROBINNNN 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷#HE LOOKS SOOOO GOOD#AND HE SEEMS SOOO BUSTED#IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM#ugh… i have to choose between him and soren#actually im probably gonna throw all my orbs at the banner so it doesnt matter#but aaaaHHHHEGEDFJFKGJRKDKDKR 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹#ann cries about feh
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Leigh plays Tellius prt 28
Okay, continuing where we left off! The end of the bridge map. This time I DID look up where the holes are, and yet somehow ended up falling into more than one of them. Ugh.
Anyway, I always found this comment from Tanith so delightfully hypocritical. I won't say why because of spoilers, but yeah. This comment just ages so poorly. Honestly, even without (spoilers), it's still just a rude thing to say. I do like you Tanith, but you have no self-awareness at all.
Uh-oh, there's trouble brewing in the polycule.
In all honesty, despite the blood pact being just a little too convenient of a plot devise, I do love this scene. Pelleas is in such a rough situation here, so I understand his desperation, but at the same time, I do not blame Sothe for wanting to get the hell out of dodge.
And this is why you always read the fine print, Pelleas. Though, I'm not sure if the terms of the Blood Pact are visible. Did Lekain use some magic invisible ink or something? Because I feel like, as gullible as Pelleas is, he at least read a sentence or two, right?
Okay, here we go. I'm finally able to talk about the parallels between Naesala and Ashnard. According to this story Lekain tells Pelleas, Naesala came into power very much the same way Ashnard did. Except, we are given no reason to believe that Naesala is the one who tricked the previous King of Kilvas into signing the blood pact, and instead was thrust into the position after many of his relatives died from some mysterious plague. (Although, didn't someone say that the laguz choose their kings by strength rather than by bloodline? Or does that only apply to the beast and hawk tribes? The dragon tribe, at the very least, goes by bloodline.)
Anyway, I wonder if this story is what inspired Ashnard's plot. But then again, how would he have known about this incident? It doesn't seem like common knowledge. (Unless Sephiran gave him the idea...)
Whatever the case, I do feel for Naesala a lot. Like Elincia, he probably had no plans for inheriting the throne. Maybe he didn't even want the job. But when it came time, he nevertheless took up the mantle and devoted himself to the people of Kilvas.
Look at this clusterfuck. Luckily, this map wasn't nearly as difficult as I thought it would be, but man, it was a slog to get through. It's so hard to maneuver my units where I want them in this narrow space, especially with a bunch of unpredictable ally units rushing around. I could have given them the command to just stay still, but I honestly needed their help to whittle down the numbers. Sothe was able to dodge most attacks, and Aran was defensive enough to survive being attacked multiple times, but neither of them could really do a whole lot of damage in return.
This was such a smart move on Ike's part. (Although, I am assuming that the initial idea came from Soren.) Yes, it was a cruel trick, but this is war, and besides, Micaiah had her soldiers pouring oil down on Sanaki's Holy Knights with the intent to set them on fire. So, you know, desperate times call for desperate measures.
I feel you, Ike.
And that's it for this part. I'm getting so close to the endgame of part 3, and it's making me nervous. I desperately want to unlock all that good extra content.
Wish me luck!!
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Summary:
will-o’-the-wisp (noun):
1. a phosphorescent light seen hovering or floating at night on marshy ground.
2. a person or thing that is difficult or impossible to reach or catch.
Word Count: 6,600
Warnings: mild violence, (lots of) emotional distress
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I've got a ticket to the moon
I'll be leaving here any day soon
Yeah, I've got a ticket to the moon
But I'd rather see the sunrise, in your eyes
• Ticket to the Moon - Electric Light Orchestra •
Being back on the Finalizer was strange. You were put on the ship for a single purpose: to gather intel, hide information in posters, and distribute them on various planets for the Resistance to find. But now, after everything that you learned about your brother, and especially after what happened on Lothal, you decided you were done working for the Resistance.
You recognized that the Order had done terrible things — was doing terrible things. But you would find another way to help, one that didn’t involve the Resistance, the same organization that murdered Benji. There were good people on the Finalizer. People who had been there for you more than your own parents had. Ones who would even take a blaster bolt for you… and who you would take a blaster bolt for.
As you walked the halls of the Finalizer, one week since the mission to Lothal, you found yourself more on edge than you ever had been. The Commander was off-ship and you hadn’t seen him since he healed your arm, an act that you still hadn’t fully processed. Finn was doing better — the doctors and med-droids managed to get him stabilized. He was still in the medbay, but mainly out of precaution. He was no longer hooked up to machines and everyone was impressed by how fast he had managed to heal.
Regardless of his resilience, you felt horribly guilty for putting him in such a dangerous situation to begin with, something you had attempted to tell him many times. All you wanted was for him to yell at you, lash out, cry, something. But he brushed off every single one of your apologies as if you had merely stepped on his toe.
Every morning you had been checking up on him before heading to the artist workspace. However, today when you entered his room, you found the bed empty. A wave of confusion, followed by worry, coursed through you. No, no, no. The doctors said he could still take a turn for the worse, but you thought he was doing better. He can’t be… you thought. No way, he’s too stubborn to die. Right? Panicking, you crossed the room, finding the button on the wall that would call the medical attendants.
Right as you neared the button, a startled cry came from behind you: “Wait! Don’t-”
You spun on your heel and was shocked to see none other than Finn hopping over to you on one leg. He was struggling to get a piece of armor around his foot and as he hobbled in your direction, tangled pieces of his arm and leg plates dragged behind him.
“What do you think you’re do-” you started before Finn cut you off with a single finger to your lips. He gave you a stern look before checking over both his shoulders to see if anyone had heard.
You glared at him and tried speaking again, this time in a harsh whisper. “What on Hoth do you think you’re doing? You’re supposed to be in bed!”
Finn continued to hastily put on pieces of his armor. “I’m getting outta here. Can’t stand it. These people-”
“You mean the doctors?” you interrupted, incredulously.
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, the doctors ,” he whispered dramatically. “They’re drivin’ me crazy.” He continued talking, the words coming out in short breaths as he wrestled with his chestplate. “They come in here… poke me with those sharp torture devices… ask me stupid questions… and then tell me I can’t leave!”
This made you snort out a laugh. “Sharp torture devices? You’d think someone who had just been shot wouldn’t mind a few needles.”
“You know what?” He paused, his nose held high in the air as his lips formed a stubborn line. He held up a finger, searching for a comeback that never came. “I’m choosing to ignore that comment. I have places to be.”
Now you were the one who was irritated. “Places to be? I checked and made sure you didn’t have duty for another week!”
He sighed, securing the final piece of armor. “I’m not going on duty. I’m going to get some food — the stuff they’ve been giving me here sucks.”
You rolled your eyes. Of course his priority was the food. “Finn, you’re still healing. I can bring you something to eat!”
“Not happening. These doctors and droids creep me out and I want to leave.”
“But-”
“You would like to accompany me? How nice of you to offer!”
You sighed. This was yet another battle you wouldn’t win.
“Fine,” you conceded. “I’ll walk you to the cafeteria, but then I have to meet with the crew.”
“Fantastic, after you,” he said, pulling his helmet over his head and gesturing towards the open door.
You started for the exit with a huff, but suddenly put out an arm to stop Finn before he could leave the room. He looked down at you, cocking his head slightly in confusion.
“Just know that I will be checking up on you every single day for the next week,” you told him, shooting him your most intimidating stare. “And I am much scarier than those doctors and droids you’ve been complaining about.”
He nodded, his shoulders sinking slightly, before once again gesturing to the open doorway. You shook your head briefly and began walking towards the cafeteria. The two of you travelled in silence for a while but at the midpoint of your trek across the Finalizer, when the corridors became a bit more crowded, you felt Finn put a guiding hand on the small of your back. Once you rounded a corner, it was just you and him again.
A couple more minutes passed and you felt him fall slightly behind you. A familiar tingle at the back of your neck made itself known as a wash of uncertainty enveloped you. You turned to look at Finn, whose helmet was darting around at the walls nervously. Looking down, you noticed his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Something is wrong.
You once again put out a hand to stop him from walking any further. “Alright, that’s it. Tell me what’s up.”
He looked at you, startled, confused, and slightly guilty.
“Uh… Nothing’s up. W-why do you ask?”
You put a hand on your hip and raised one suspicious eyebrow. “You’re a terrible liar. You’re all fidgety — what’s going on?”
He turned to face you, debating whether or not to deny you any further. This time, you won.
“Ugh, why are you like this?” he said, exasperated. You gave him a mocking shrug, waiting for him to continue.
“Fine. I was just thinking…” He looked everywhere but at you. “In case you happened to be wondering, it’s...” he paused before letting out a dramatic sigh. “It’s Koda’s birthday tomorrow.” Another huff of breath came from under his helmet. “There. You happy now?”
“His birthday?” you repeated, even though you had heard him clearly.
“Yeah. He doesn’t really tell anyone…” Finn paused, shifting on his feet, his tone becoming more serious. “I’m not sure if you remember what happened on the day I found him…”
You tried to remember the conversation you had with Koda. You recalled his somber expression as he painstakingly relayed to you his childhood on Dantooine.
“Yeah,” you said. “He told me that parents skipped his own birthday for some Resistance diplomat’s birthday party, right?”
Finn nodded. “Pretty much. It went beyond that, but that was the breaking point for him.” He sighed deeply, obviously affected by the thought of Koda being neglected, before continuing. “Then he took off, found me and a few other troopers, and came back here with us.”
You nodded solemnly before speaking again. “So why are you telling me this now? The last time I saw you guys in a room together you repelled like magnets.”
You had a pretty good idea of the answer to your question, but you wanted to hear it from Finn himself. Despite the rift that had grown between the two men, you sensed that they still cared about each other deeply. After all, that was what their whole argument was based on: not hate or malice, but friendship, loyalty, and love.
“Well, Koda came to visit me in the medbay a few days ago. He didn’t say much but… I don’t know. I guess it just got me thinking about what you said — about cutting him some slack for his decision to stay with the Order when he could’ve left.”
“And?” you tried to hold back your smile, happy to see that something you said had stuck with him. Finn deserved to get his best friend back.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Aaaand I’m not gonna say any more about it because you are getting way too much enjoyment out of this.”
You put your own arms up defensively. “Okay, okay, I’ll be civil. Thank you for telling me. I’ll think of something we can put together for him.”
Finn nodded, but neither of you went to move forward.
“You’re invited of course,” you suggested, knowing that he would probably decline.
You were right and watched as he shook his head. “I dunno, I’m not sure he’d want me there. Baby steps, ya know?”
You were going to protest, but you decided to trust him on this one. He knew Koda the best and you wanted him to do this at his own pace. “I understand,” you smiled warmly. “Baby steps it is.”
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It was Koda’s birthday. You had told Rilea about the situation and after a moment of shock, an emotion you didn’t see from her often, she immediately went into party planning mode. You were a little surprised that Koda hadn’t told Rilea about his birthday before; she had known him the longest and could name everything from his favorite foods to his pet peeves. In a way though, it made sense. Koda wasn’t the kind of person who wanted to ‘burden’ others with his own problems.
You, Rilea, Akilah, and even Soren, gathered in the artist workspace waiting for Koda to arrive. Rilea had told him there was an emergency meeting and that he needed to meet them urgently. She was now running around the room frantically, making sure everything was in its proper place. Akilah, being one of the tallest members of the group, was busy retaping decorations to the ceiling. Soren stood at the back of the room, fidgeting with a stack of napkins. You worked on scattering shredded pieces of colored paper, what Rilea referred to as ‘budget confetti’, on the tables.
Looking around, you realized how different the group was without Koda present. He always managed to fill any room he entered with life. He and Rilea were constantly yelling at each other, whether that be out of excitement over some mutual interest, or irritation at each other’s silly disagreements. Akilah and Koda could sometimes be found in a quiet corner of the room, having some sort of intellectual debate, which Akilah almost always won. Even though Soren acted like he despised Koda, the latter always knew how to bring him into a conversation when he quietly hovered at the back of the room.
Koda had the amazing ability to say all the right things just when you needed it. He made you feel like you could be honest around him, largely due to the way he wore his own heart on his sleeve. He was fiercely loyal to his friends and his beliefs and despite having only known him for a little while, you trusted him to have your back through anything.
The sound of footsteps in the hallway interrupted your train of thought and Rilea flew to the front of the room, her wild golden hair streaming behind her. She whispered harshly for everyone to be quiet. A few seconds later, Koda walked through the door.
“What’s goin-”
Rilea gave the signal.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
He looked around the room in shock. Colorful garlands criss-crossed the ceiling, dangling above a table lined with all his favorite foods. Hand-drawn signs were hung on the walls, the flickering light from the cake’s candles bouncing off of them. Bright pieces of paper decorated the tables like stars in the sky. It was the kind of birthday party he always wished he could’ve had as a kid.
It was perfect.
“You guys…” he started, rendered speechless by the scene before him.
You watched as he looked at each of you, adorned with paper hats that Rilea made from leftover posters. He chuckled when he saw Soren, who was still sulking towards the back, wearing one, though he knew it was probably against his will.
He finally spoke, choking on his words as he did so. “You all did this for me?”
“Of course.” you said. “That’s what family does.”
It was a simple statement, but one that held deep meaning in Koda’s life. His eyes welled with tears and he shook his head, looking down towards his feet, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
Noticing his reaction, Rilea stepped beside him, grabbing his hand before pulling him in for a hug. You watched them with a silent smile, knowing that you were witnessing the start of something special.
Rilea pulled away, tears now filling her eyes too, before chuckling to herself. “Look what you made me do you big oaf,” she said, playfully hitting Koda in the arm. They each had one arm wrapped around the other’s waist. You glanced over at Akilah, who was already looking back at you, a knowing smirk on both of your faces.
Rilea’s shout broke the silence. “What are you two looking at? Come on, don’t you want to join in this emotional mess?”
You looked at Akilah and shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
You joined the hug and watched as Akilah hesitated before heading to where Soren was brooding, and grabbed his hand. He looked like a scared loth-cat as she dragged him over to where you, Rilea, and Koda were huddled. She forcefully wrapped an arm around him, bringing him into the group hug. The five of you stayed like that for what seemed like eons. Despite your differences, it was true, you had become a family. A strange dysfunctional space family, but a family nonetheless. When it came down to it, you would all go to the ends of the galaxy for each other.
Koda was the first to move, taking a step back from the group. “Wait a second, how did you know today was my birthday?”
You smirked knowingly, mimicking his movement. “A stubborn stormtrooper you and I both know may have told me yesterday.”
His eyes opened wide and he shifted on his feet. You could tell he was trying to look casual, but the crack in his voice said otherwise. “Finn? He… he did?”
“He did,” you replied.
“Oh,” he said, stunned. “I guess... I should thank him at some point.”
“Yeah,” you smiled. “I think he’d like that.”
“So are we going to eat at any time in the near future?” Soren asked, obviously uncomfortable with the excess of emotions surrounding him. Akilah shot him a sharp glare, prompting him to look down at his feet in stubborn apology.
Koda stepped forward, eyeing the table for himself. “Are those Dantooine flapjacks?” he asked, his eyes wide in surprise.
“Yeah, I heard you talk about them once when we first met,” Rilea said. “I asked around the ship looking for a recipe and it turns out one of my pops’ coworkers is from Dantooine, so she helped me out a bit.”
“Stars, I haven’t had these in years.” He turned towards Rilea, gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you.”
She waved him off. “Awe, don’t go all soft on me now you ol’ Ewok.”
He smiled, tugging on a piece of her hair playfully. “Whatever Spacer, let’s eat.”
You were surprised to hear Koda’s nickname for Rilea. ‘Spacer’ was a term used for people who had spent their whole lives in space. You had heard Rilea mention her dad, or ‘pops’ as she called him, just moments before, but realized you really didn’t know too much about her upbringing or her family. You made a mental note to ask her about it later.
Right now, all you wanted to do was sit back, eat cake, and enjoy this small, beautiful moment with your favorite people. Moments like these didn’t come around too often on the Finalizer, but when they did, it was magical.
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Later that day, word had gotten around that the Commander was back from his mission. Excitement and worry coursed through your body. You needed to talk to him. You didn’t know why exactly — it was just a feeling. And it was this feeling that seemed to be bringing you closer and closer to the training room.
When you arrived, the door was open a crack, and upon peeking through you recognised the telltale cloak of the Commander. He was turned away from you, making it hard to read his mood.
“Commander?” you said quietly, tapping the door lightly.
No response. The nerves you had felt moments ago were much more prominent now. You were about to knock on the door again when you heard a low: “Come in.”
He didn’t turn to you as you entered. Instead, he continued to face the large window that looked out at the expanse of space that surrounded the Finalizer. Sensing that something was wrong, you closed the door behind you. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” His answer came quick, too quick.
“No you’re not.” You approached him cautiously. “I can feel it.”
A low sound came from his direction and you watched as his shoulders shakily rose and fell suddenly. “You are getting good at that.”
You knew he was referencing your ability to read others’ emotions, something you had always attributed to your intuitive personality until you arrived on the Finalizer. You thought about how you could’ve gone your whole life without knowing the abilities you now possessed, how you could’ve never come to understand the power that flowed through your body.
You smiled, grateful that you now knew the truth about yourself. “Only thanks to your training.”
“No, not just that.” He finally turned to look at you, but what you saw made you frown. He seemed... tired. His hair was a bit messier than usual and his eyes didn’t have that glint of stubborn determination that they normally did. He continued speaking: “You’ve had this power within you since you were born. Now you are simply learning how to harness it.”
“Yeah, well…” you let the rest of your sentence drift off. He was deflecting. “You still haven’t told me what’s bothering you.”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
He is so stubborn, you thought. “I don’t doubt that, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth talking about.”
He paused for a moment, considering your statement, before responding. “My superior and I are having… a disagreement.”
You shuddered at the mention of his superior, the one you still knew nothing about besides the fact that he was dangerous. And that the most powerful man you knew was afraid of him.
“About what?” you asked, nervously.
“You.”
Your skin went cold. He knew. He knew you were Force sensitive. He knew the Commander was training you. He knew about Lothal. Oh, kriff. What if he knew that you had been working for… No, he would’ve said something by now. He probably would’ve killed you by now. The thought made you shiver. The Commander must have sensed your unease and took a few steps in your direction, his face briefly twitching in worry.
“He doesn’t know about your abilities. I’ve managed to keep that from him. But he knows that you’re…” You held your breath, preparing for the worst: your biggest secret to finally be revealed. “Special. He knows that you are important to m-” he paused, correcting himself, but not before you caught onto what he was about to say. “He knows that you are important.”
You signed in relief. He still didn’t know who you were. The initial panic dissolving, you finally managed to process what he had said, a blush creeping onto your face as you did. Stars, where did that come from?
“O-oh,” you managed to stutter out.
He seemed unaffected by your surprise. “If he finds out about your abilities… I’m not sure I can-” He pauses and looks down at his hands, seemingly frustrated at himself. “He’s powerful. Too powerful.”
You were growing more and more curious about his superior. It was unlike the Commander to admit his weakness so you knew that he must be extremely powerful. But the Commander was surrounded by those with power, what made this person so different? And why did he want to keep you from him so bad?
You decided to prod further. “Can I ask you something?”
He nodded silently.
“Why don’t you give me up to him? He would reward you greatly, I’m sure. Why not just give him what he wants?”
You watched as his eyebrows drew together in what seemed like a joint expression of confusion and frustration. “I’ve seen what he can do. If he finds out you’re force-sensitive, he’ll try to train you himself. But his training… methods… are different from mine.”
“Different?”
“They’re cruel,” he responded bluntly.
“But if I’m going to be powerful, powerful like you…”
He interrupted you sternly. “I don’t want you to be powerful like me. Never.” He softened his voice after noticing the surprised look on your face. “It’s just… you can be powerful, but in your own way. I don’t want you to…”
The end of his sentence was left suspended in the space between you.
“What?” you asked, not willing to let his thought slide.
“Change,” he sighed. “I don’t want you to change.”
This was different, you thought. When you first met the Commander, he seemed adamant on making you do things his way, and now, he wanted you to do the opposite.
“And you think if your superior trains me, I’ll change?” you asked.
“Yes.” The Commander moves to sit down, but does so slowly. Too slowly. A slight groan escapes his mouth.
“Are you okay?” you ask again, taking a few steps towards him.
“I told you,” he grunted, dark hair concealing his eyes. “I’m fine.”
A dark thought crossed your mind, one involving the enigmatic figure that Kylo worked for.
“Did… did he do something to you?”
He gripped the chair tightly in response. The action did not pass by you unnoticed. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“You keep saying that Commander but-”
“Kylo. Call me Kylo.”
“Kylo,” you said the name confidently for the first time. It felt much better than saying Commander, but something still didn’t sit right about the way it rolled off your tongue. You drew your attention back to Kylo, who was breathing heavier than you would’ve liked, obviously straining to conceal whatever injury he had sustained from you. Thinking for a second, an idea began to form in your mind. “Let me help.”
“What?” he questioned skeptically.
“I could try using the Force.”
He answered immediately, sitting up straight and looking at you, fierceness returning to his eyes. “No.”
That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. You had spent the last few weeks training with him for moments like these, and now he was declining you the opportunity to put what you learned into practice.
You tried mentioning this to him. “Please, I need to test my abilities.”
He simply shook his head in response. “No, it’s dangerous. You’ve already done enough for me.”
You took a step closer to him. Even though he was sitting down, he was still only slightly shorter than you. You reached out slowly, taking one of his hands in yours. He stilled for a moment, unsure of what to do, before closing his fingers around yours. He had taken his gloves off before you entered the room, and you found yourself savoring the touch of his bare hand against yours. It was warm, but rough. Hardened by years of fighting. Each one of his fingers was twice the size of yours and you could feel the Force subtly flow through the places where your palms and knuckles touched.
“You healed me once,” you said quietly. “Now let me return the favor.”
You felt his hands suddenly tighten around yours, as if he was afraid to let go. His chin quivered briefly before he looked up at you, his hazel eyes glistening with something unfamiliar. Were those… tears?
“Why are you- After everything I’ve done, you still… How?”
His words came in short, frantic bursts.
“Kylo…” you paused, trying to find the right words of your own. You needed to do something, say something, that showed him he could accept your help; that he was worthy of your help. “We all do things we aren’t proud of, especially when we are under the orders of others.” A throb of guilt ran through your body. “But there will always be surprising glimpses of clarity and peace that help to keep us centered. Special moments where our hearts defeat our heads. And it’s those moments that keep us going and it’s those moments that should define us. I learned this from you, Kylo. When you trained me to use my powers, when you carried me through the woods on Dantooine, when you spared my father’s life simply because I asked, when you told me about the convor on Lothal, and when you healed my arm simply so I could draw again…” You shook your head, smiling at the recollection of memories.
“My dad used to tell me this story, you know… It was about these lights that would appear to travellers at night — he called them will-o’-the-wisp. He said you can only see them in the marshes of Lothal near the ancient Jedi temples and were known for leading travellers astray. There are different tellings of what the lights actually are: some say they’re the spirits of the dead, set on vengeance, others say they lead you to hidden treasure. But what most people can agree on is that these lights are symbols of false hope.”
You paused, choosing your next words wisely. You wanted to be vulnerable, so Kylo would know it was okay for him to be vulnerable too.
“Sometimes I feel like that, like I’m a traveller, blindly following the will-o’-the-wisp.” You chuckled, raising a hand out towards the massive window. “After all, we are just space dust at the end of the day. Years from now, I won’t be here. You won’t be here. This galaxy won’t be here. No one will remember us, or all that we’ve fought for. We are so small compared to the rest of the universe.” You shook your head, looking down at your hands incredulously. “But despite knowing that, for some strange and ridiculous reason, we still care.” You now smiled to yourself, as if processing the meaning behind your words for the first time. “Life is silly. It’s trivial. Ephemeral. But somehow, we manage to make it big and beautiful.” For the first time since you began talking, you looked up at Kylo. “There’s something amazing about that, don’t you think?”
He didn’t answer — he simply gazed into your eyes with his own earthy irises. You took that as a sign to continue. “It’s something I know I want to be a part of, and I think that you do too. You’ve shown me that it’s okay to feel sad, angry, or lost, just like it’s okay to feel happy and content.” Your smile grew even wider, your eyes shining bright despite the darkness of the room. “Admittedly, I still need to work a bit on the former, and from what I’ve seen, I think you need to work on the latter.” Kylo let out a huff of air, making you smirk. “But I know it’s there. I’ve seen you laugh when you think no one’s listening. I saw how you smiled on Lothal. I’ve even heard your attempts at cracking jokes. It’s all there. Please, Kylo, let me help. You deserve help.”
He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes on the exhale. You knew that at this moment he was fighting an internal battle; a battle between the part of him that desperately needed help, and the other more dominant part of him that was too stubborn to admit it.
“Okay.”
You nodded and sat on your knees in front of him, your right hand still holding his, attempting to hide your slight shock at his concession. You had never healed anyone before. To be fair, you had never really tried. But you thought that because his injury didn’t seem to be life-or-death, it was at least worth a shot.
You weren’t sure where exactly he was hurting, so you relied on your instincts to guide you. A prickle that ran through your left hand prompted you to take his other hand in yours. Closing your eyes, you began to probe his body with your mind, trying to find any areas of the force that felt weak.
After a few minutes passed with no luck, you felt something start to happen. It began as a small pinprick of feeling at the back of your head. Before long, the prick transformed into a tingle that ran throughout your entire body. You felt pulses of electricity move through your neck, shoulders, forearms, all the way down to your hands; the ones that still held tightly to Kylo’s. Then, it was gone. However, almost as soon as it left, it was replaced by a similar tingle, but one you knew didn’t belong to you. It was Kylo.
You hadn’t even thought about the fact that doing this could break down your own barriers enough that he would be let in. You felt the foreign tingle work its way up your body, guiding its tendrils to your neck before eventually reaching towards the edges of your mind.
You tried to build up your walls again, letting out a small gasp, but it was too late. Whatever Kylo was doing, he wasn’t doing it on purpose. This was out of his control and yours. You felt a large, trembling hand cradle the back of your neck, stabilizing you as you slipped backwards, weak from your exertion. You panicked as you realized that all you could do was try to guide him towards the harmless memories — the ones of you and Finn walking the hallways of the Finalizer, or you waving at a scowling Mrs. Stoney at the reception desk, or when you ate Koda’s birthday cake earlier that day…
But your mind had other ideas.
Your memories flitted before you like pages in an out-of-control flipbook, inching closer and closer to the one that you couldn’t let Kylo see. You squeezed your hands tighter around his as you tried to stop the flashes as they moved towards your most terrible secret. The visions became filled by images and scenes of your brother, your dad, your mom ...
The whole world seemed to stand still as you suddenly found yourself back in your home on Lothal. You looked around, knowing exactly what you were about to witness; what Kylo was about to witness.
“You’re an artist; you always have been. An artist who can save the Resistance with her work.” Your mother paused, looking at you with a glint in her eye that you knew meant she was serious. “Kriff, you could save the whole galaxy with just a few strokes of a pen.”
You felt yourself conceding, even though you knew you had lost the argument the moment it had started. “You really think this could make any kind of difference?”
She took both of your hands in hers. “I know it could.”
Wordlessly, you shot her a final look that warned: whatever happens, it’s on you. She seemed to understand the meaning behind your stare and gave a nearly imperceptible nod.
“Then I’ll do it.”
A pained gasp sounded in the room, and you couldn’t tell if it had come from you or Kylo.
The bond between the two of you snapped as Kylo stood abruptly, stumbling over the chair behind him. He looked like he had been physically hurt, breathing heavily and holding onto the wall with one hand for balance.
Your eyes were wide and your heart pounded in your chest as you realized the gravity of what had just taken place.
“Oh no, no, no — Kylo please,” you stood, moving towards his heaving form. “It’s not… It’s not like that anymore.”
He slowly looked up, breathing harshly through his nose. His mouth was pulled taut and his chin quivered menacingly. His whole body radiated pure, oppressive anger. But meeting his gaze, you noticed his eyes revealed a different emotion: they were devastated.
He spoke slowly and deliberately. “It’s not like what?”
You stuttered, trying to explain the strange turn of events that made you help the Resistance, and the even stranger events that made you stop helping them. “I’m not a part of that — ever since I found out about my brother — what my parents, what the Resistance, did to him... “
Kylo interrupted you, speaking through teeth clenched so tightly, you thought they would shatter.
“You’ve been lying to me this whole time? Everything you said, about helping me... That was all so you could find out the Order’s next plans?”
You looked at your feet guiltily. You thought about lying to him, but knew it was no use. You owed it to him to be honest. “I- I was,” you revealed. “But not anymore. Our connection, the Force, it changed everything. You saw what happened on Lothal. Working for my mother, the Resistance; that isn’t a life I wanted.”
He was barely listening to you now, instead choosing to pace back and forth across the floor of the room. “Everything I told you, showed you… How could I be so blind?”
You reached out to him, attempting to still his frustrated strides. “No, please, Kylo. I’m telling the tru-”
He suddenly did something you had never seen him do before, not even when you first arrived on the Finalizer. He powered on his lightsaber and aimed it directly at you.
You tried to remain calm while slowly stepping back against the wall, keeping your eyes trained on his, rather than the fiery beam of light at your neck.
“Please Kylo, I was wrong before. I don’t agree with a lot of the things that happen on this ship, you know that. But you were the first person I’d ever met who was honest with me. My parents lied to me my whole life, and because of those lies, I lied to you. That was wrong — I know that now. You’ve never been scared of who I am, both the crazy artist and the Force-wielder. Just like how I can see you for who you truly are. Not like the others on this ship… They’re scared of you.”
Hearing that, he held the lightsaber closer to your throat, its heat burning against your neck inches away from your skin.
“And what about you, are you scared of me?”
The lightsaber was now grazing your skin, its red-hot sparks making you flinch in pain.
“I wasn’t,” you said quietly, barely a whisper. “Not until now.”
An image suddenly flashed across your mind, a memory: An older man in brown robes stood over a young boy, eyes wild, preparing to swing a green lightsaber through his body. The image was blurry, but you saw the boy’s eyes open as he turned to face the green glow of the lightsaber, his body frozen in a state of complete fear. You recognized those eyes instantly. As the lightsaber swung towards the boy, the vision disappeared.
You inhaled sharply as Kylo violently ripped his saber away from your body, affected by the vision you both witnessed. Instead, he opted for slicing through the nearest communication stations. You ducked as sparks flew from his saber. Seemingly dissatisfied by the destruction, he punched his own fist into a nearby wall.
“I trusted you,” he spoke in a deep, growling voice that would’ve been terrifying if not for the crack on the last word.
“Kylo, please,” you begged. “Look at me. Look into my mind.” You paused. “I- I’m asking you to.”
His posture shifted slightly, but his harsh voice remained the same. “What?”
“I have nothing to hide now. Look: see that I’ve changed, see that I don’t serve them anymore.”
With no hesitation, he rushed in front of you, putting a hand in front of your head. You shrunk back slightly, startled by his sudden approach, but maintained eye contact to show your willingness to let him in. Surprisingly, his probing wasn’t harsh; It was sporadic instead. Crackling tendrils whipped through memories, ones you hadn’t shown anyone before.
You watched as glimpses of your past danced behind your eyes for the second time that day. You found yourself painting with your father on the dirt floor of your house on Lothal. You watched as you waved goodbye to your brother from the kitchen window, not knowing it would be the last time you ever saw him. You saw yourself meet Kylo for the first time, confused by the tingling at the back of your neck, the one you initially mistook for a rogue bug. You remembered him threatening you, holding you against the wall as he attempted to read your mind. Your visions then brought you to Dantooine, to the moment when Kylo saved you from attackers and carried you through the woods. The scenery transformed back to the Finalizer and you watched your friendships develop, the echoes of their laughs surrounding the air around you. You observed the moment you discovered the true story behind your brother’s death, right in the same room you and Kylo were in now. That was the moment everything had changed. The rest of the images flew by in a blur: Lothal, your father, a blaster bolt. A bird briefly appeared, dipping into the depths of your mind before dissolving as the sounds of a lively birthday party filled your head. Feelings of warmth, love, and hope for the future invaded your senses, only to be stopped by a black wall.
You gasped, Kylo’s hold on your mind finally releasing. He seemed stunned for a moment, meeting your tear-filled eyes with his hazel ones in a final moment of vulnerability, before straightening his posture and putting back on his gloves. When his face turned back to yours, it was as if he was looking right through you.
“I want you gone by the night.”
Your tears fell freely now, plummeting in silent drops to the floor. You hated seeing him like this. Despite you being able to see each feature of his face, it felt like he was still wearing his mask. “Kylo-”
He took a step closer, trapping you against the wall with his arms on either side of you.
“Or I turn you in to Snoke myself.”
So that’s what his name was.
By the time the thought fully processed, Kylo was gone.
Gazing at your reflection in the star-speckled window, you realized that you were wrong before:
You weren’t following the will-o’-the-wisp...
You were the will-o’-the-wisp.
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multiples of 5 for the nancy drew ask meme (if that isn't too many)
5. My favorite ship is Francy. I just... I love it so much. I read the books before and about the same time as playing the games, and in the books it's kinda canon. I do have other ships that I ship just as much, but Francy is the ship I’ve shipped the longest.
10. My favorite character is both Hardy Boys. I love them so much. They also remind me of my sister and I, with the same dynamic, so it’s really fun to see them and talk to them. As I said earlier, I love them. A lot. So much. *chef’s kiss*
15. My least favorite book... I haven’t read the books in so long, but I think is was the one with the bridge where the culprit was just a scarecrow or something. I didn’t like that.
20. Which game had the best storyline... That’s a tough one. I love the storyline of CUR, with the family history and everything, but I also like GTH, even if it is kind of screwy with the backstories. SPY, even though the plot was a little out of order at some points with some gameplay, had a really good storyline that was both sad and awesome. SAW is also really good. So was DED. Ugh. I can’t choose.
25. What game confuses me? MED. Hands down. I still don’t know what the hell is going on. No clue.
30. My favorite STFD character is Dwayne Powers. He’s so unhinged that it’s also kind of funny. He’s just very amusing.
35. My least favorite TRT character is Lisa. She just annoys me. So much. Her voice, the things she wants to talk about, I just don’t like her.
40. My favorite character in DOG is all the dogs. The four rotties and Yogi. I love them.
45. Least favorte DDI... Andy Jason. I just... Mmmmhhhhhh no.
50. My favorite CLK character is the telephone operator lady. Her accent, her attitude, she’s great.
55. My least favorite DAN character is probably... A tie between Heather McKay and Jean-Michel Traquenard. I found Heather boring and Jean-Michel just... Eh.
60. My favorite CRY character. *sigh* Take a wild guess....... It’s Henry. I love him so much.
65. My least favorite HAU character is a tie between the bride and the groom. I just don’t like them and they shouldn’t be a couple with all the stuff... Involving everything. I just don’t see it working out. Ever.
70. My favorite TOT character is... I actually don’t know. Chase is a sweetie, and Debbie has an amazing contour. I can’t really choose, I guess. Oh, wait, the prairie dogs. They are my favorite.
75. My least favorite CAP character is Anja. I just don’t like her all that much. She was a good character I think, but the other ones are so much deeper, you know?
80. Okay, there were two 79s in the list, so technically 80 is 81 and the second 79 is eighty, so I’m just doing both?? My favorite DED character is Mason. I relate to him so much and I just feel like I’d be friends with him. He makes WAY too much sense to me. He also def has Asperger’s like me, so that’s cool. My least favorite is Obediah Sta-- *ahem* I mean Victor. He likes to destroy Ryan’s happiness. I don’t like that.
85. My favorite MED character is a tie between Sonny Joon and Patrick Dowsett. Sonny, for obvious reasons (it’s Sonny), and Patrick because... Patrick. I just love him. The Ultimate Nancy Drew Himbo. He hits all main points perfectly. Hunky, kind, stupid.
90. My least favorite SEA character is probably Soren. He just... Was meh. I did like his background and everything, but the other characters had more appeal than he did.
95. Nope. I did not play that game.
100. What got me into the books? My mom. She had a ton of antique Nancy Drew books at home. When I was about... Six, I read The Secret of the Old Clock. After that, I was hooked. Altogether, I’ve read the yellow books about 3 times each. Yeah, I was that kid.
105. As stated in the previous answer, I was six. If we’re talking games, I was hanging out with my childhood bestie and her older sister was playing DDI on the computer as we were having a dress up tea party (where I was a princess pirate because you can be both). I saw her looking at all the crabs and I was just like, “Why are you looking at crabs?” And she just said, “I need a GPS!” The Next month, my friend and I played Creature of Kapu Cave together. It was awesome.
110. Um. Well, I was.
115. Oh, yes, I have a collection. I have a TON from the 1930s and some from the 1950s and 1960s. A have newer ones too, but I’m proudest of my super old ones. I don’t have a picture right now because I’m at college and don’t take my collection of antique books with me, but maybe when I get back home, I’ll post them.
120. My least favorite character overall has got to be Alicia Cole. She just was a weak character and a terrible person and the whole situation with her being infatuated with Jason, a minor, creeped me out. There are other characters I hate and all, but I draw the line at lusting over a minor while also being sort of in control of him. Jason deserves better than that.
Keep asking questions, guys! I love asks, tbh.
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Rayllum and Casual Intimacy
One of my favourite elements of Rayllum’s relationship in S1 and even more so in S2 is how casually intimate they with one another. They display a number of domestic behaviours around one another, particularly through body language, conversational quips, and more. I’ve already talked about one of these in the “Come get some rest,” scene from 2x07, but there are many more worth discussing. This analysis was requested a while ago by my lovely friend, @kuno-chan, with a smaller portion of this analysis being for the wonderful and supportive @porscheczar110.
There are smaller moments in S1—such as Callum’s plans to wait up for Rayla on his own in 1x07—but I’m going to be focusing on 2x02, 2x03, and 2x09 for most of this analysis. Specifically, the scenes allocated to each screencap below.
Rayla and Callum disagree about whether or not to trust Soren and Claudia. This is the first conversation they have about the topic, and Callum, to be fair, does bring up good points with the knowledge he has.
R: We can’t trust them. C: Look, I get it. You don’t like Claudia, she tried to kill you multiple times. But remember, until today she thought you were trying to hurt me and Ezran. R: Ugh, that’s not it, Callum. I know they’re lying. I know, because—well, because—
So while the dialogue does a good job at showing casual intimacy—Callum does give merit to what he believes Rayla’s feelings are, as well as a solid rebuttal—what I actually want to talk about here is body language. Callum’s sitting on the bed from the beginning of the scene, while Rayla starts standing up. However she quickly makes her way over to him and neither of them show any hesitation or discomfort at sitting on the bed together. In fact she moves closer while she tries to confess the truth—and intimacy of this scene that Claudia walks in on is, coupled largely with their interactions the previous night—is enough to make Claudia think that Callum and Rayla are A Thing.
The next scene is from 2x03. I’ve discussed the significance of this scene before, but in regards to the mini arc Rayla and Callum have together over the course of 2x02 and 2x03 of whether to trust and Soren and Claudia, but I’ll reiterate just because this scene is the pinnacle of it.
Callum is thrilled that Soren and Claudia want to come with them to return Zym to his mother. Rayla is less than thrilled, and asks Callum to make a choice. He’s already made one consistently, refusing to be swayed by Soren or Claudia to go home throughout the past two episodes (“Rayla is right. We can’t go home with you. The mission is too important,” 2x02, and “We’ve decided. We’re leaving today. This mission, taking the Dragon Prince back to Xadia, it’s the most important thing we’ll ever do. We can’t go home with you”). Now Rayla is asking him to make another: to trust her, over the friends he’s known almost his whole life (and Claudia has only told him the truth up until this point, too, other than the fact she’ll drag him back if she has to).
R: Or it’s a trap. Callum, I know you trust them, but if we let them come with us, by the time we know the truth it’ll be too late. Do you understand? We’ll lose everything. C: So then what are we supposed to do? How can we figure out if it’s help, or a trap?
Again, the body language speaks volumes. Callum is annoyed, and shows it, sighing and then turning around so he doesn’t have to face her, but he doesn’t walk away or even tell her to stop. He just hears her out (after she expresses her own sigh) and more than that, he listens to her. At this arc’s moment of truth, he trusts her. He chooses her. He looks to her for direction in this situation, and places it in her hands.
And then when she’s right, and he’s sad, she manages to successfully raise his spirits. The general lack of distance between them physically, as their emotional distance closes as well, is also noteworthy throughout this scene. Now that the hurdle of Harrow has been dealt with, they’re closer now than they’ve ever been, and it shows. Callum isn’t always the best at using his words to express his appreciation or affection for Rayla (although he’s not bad at it, either) and here we can see how good he is at doing acts of service for her instead—whether it’s trusting her, giving up a boat or being willing to, or going after her when he fears for her safety—and that they have a real give and take.
Now, for 2x09, I may not be talking about the scene you were likely expecting. While I’ve done a larger analysis on the Almost Confession scene, and I will never ever be over it, I actually walk to talk about the scene directly following it. In other words, when Rayla attempts to recover from her awkwardness by talking about Callum’s sleep crusties. (Someone save this poor girl.)
R: I can’t lose you like this. You mean too much to me. Callum, I—I— haha, oh look, you’re awake now. And you’re even looking cheery. And is that a twinkle in your eye? Oh no, that’s not a twinkle, it’s one of those sleep crusties. Here, let me.
Because as well know, the best to way to react to your crush when your flustered is to lick your thumb, lean in close, and touch their face again, this time while they’re conscious and aware you’re technically tending to them. You know, after staring into their eyes to check whether there’s a twinkle in them. Pining!Rayla is a disaster and I love her so much (and we will hopefully see more, come through S3).
What’s more is that Callum lets her, and appears completely unperturbed by her closeness or her general tenderness towards him. Unlike before in 2x04 where her hug took him by surprise at first, he’s used to her being this close and touchy-feely with him now. (All the shoulder touches and helping him walk in 2x07 and 2x08 respectively probably helped.) And while he stops her from wiping away his crusties, it’s because he literally figured out how the sky arcanum works, which is a massively big deal and should be impossible for humans to do, so I don’t begrudge him for being focused on something else. Another important aspect of this scene, however, is how focused he is on her.
He’s not dazed, and he takes what she’s saying all throughout into account. He could just get up and do the spell, but he explains it her and she supports him through it, even when she doesn’t fully understand what he’s saying. But his actual attention on her doesn’t waver, beyond his recent brain wave, to the point that he doesn’t even realize Ezran was gone until Ezran gets back. He woke up and it was wind and Rayla from that point on. Instead of, you know, even the fact that he’s even alive.
And this is all just in S2. With S3 having them travelling on their own for at least a little bit, I can only imagine how much more casually intimate and domestic they’re going to become with one another from here on out.
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I was tagged by the lovely @moonshadow-memes! (tyvm!!!)
Rules: Answer all 25 questions to the best of your ability, then tag 5 other blogs.
#1. Which Primal Source Do you identify most with? Why?
You know the meme about how you’re Slytherin if you hack Pottermore to make it say you’re not Slytherin? I took the TDP primal source quiz until I figured out all six of the primal answers. But somehow, I kept getting Stars in between them. My True Neutral side is showing!
#2. Elves or Humans?
Yes. And dragons. *is inclusive like that*
#3. If you had to choose, would you rather free Runaan from the coin or Aaravos from the mirror?
That’s not a choice for me. Runaan was forced into the coin, whereas I’m pretty convinced that Aaravos sauntered into the mirror on his own. You can’t free someone from a place they’re choosing to be. Set Runaan free, 100%.
#4. Best animal companion?
Oh geez. Uhhhhhh honestly, Bait. He seems to be the smartest. He’s a light source. He’s got offensive capabilities. Despite his tubby lump o’ grump shape, he can run as fast as the kids can. He doesn’t make annoying high-pitched noises. And he’s pillow shaped, and possibly very warm and squishy.
#5. Best humanoid companion?
Rayla! She’s fully grown (probably), and she’s super strong and flexible, and she’s trained enough that I’d feel really safe if she were the only person guarding me. She gets the importance of making hard calls because of her Moonshadow training, but she’s still got that soft heart that lets her smile and laugh. 10/10, best companion.
#6. You can revive one character, who is it and why them?
You know what? Thunder. Harrow and Pip, and Runaan’s other assassins, would all still be alive and in their bodies, and Runaan wouldn’t be trapped in a coin, if someone hadn’t killed Thunder. No one could have stolen Zym’s egg if Thunder were still alive, either. Suck it, Aaravos, find some other way to fulfill all your divinations.
#7. Otp?
Tinkaan! Dark stabby boy needs a light in his life. #8. Unpopular opinion?
Elarion isn’t a city, a human child, or a human woman. It’s Aaravos’s polar opposite, a vast powerful force that devours magic. A black hole to Aaravos’s blazing star. Aaravos could neither save it nor kill it because it’s as powerful as he is.
#9. Favorite headcanon?
Aaravos sassed his starry ass into the realm beyond life and death on purpose, and he’ll come out when he’s good and ready. He knows what he’s waiting for, and until then, he’ll be supremely patient.
#10. Best siblings pair?
Callum and Ezran AND Amaya and Sarai
#11. Who’s your Queen?
Sarai! Great mom, great wife, great sister, great queen, great warrior, great woman.
#12. Lujanne offers you ice cream, how do you respond?
Oh, I’mma eat that up, yeah. I’m good with it.
#13. Be honest, do you have the guts to use dark magic?
It’s not a matter of guts so much as brains. I can absolutely logic my way into using dark magic under the right wrong circumstances. I mean, I’ll feel terrible. But I’ll still do it.
#14. Who’s best elf? Why?
Runaan is best elf. He’s such a delight to dive into. So. Many. Layers.
#15. Hot brown morning potion or leaf flavored water?
Leaf flavored water.
#16. Best use for magic?
Healing sounds pretty good to me.
#17. Who wins the best hair award?
Runaan. So much long white elf hair. It’s longer than Aaravos’s hair, and it’s more kempt. Yeah, I said kempt.
#18. Viren; misguided, evil, or actually the good guy?
Misguided. He thinks he’s doing good things, based on his own childhood feelings of inadequacy. But he pushes too hard. Manipulates his kids with love and promises into taking on horrible quests, thinks he’s being considerate by offering Runaan food but still keeping him kneeling, injured, and chained to the wall in a cold cell, and probably stuck his best friend’s soul into his pet bird’s body “for his own good.” So close, Viren, yet so far.
#19. Would you rather fly with Phoe-Phoe, hike with Corvus, sail with Villads, or stay home with Opeli?
Everything but sail. I get seasick. If I had to pick just one... fly. I like the big picture.
#20. Who’s your crush?
The great stupid Blueberry, same as everyone else. But I’m here for his vast mind, because brainy is the new sexy. (It’s also the old sexy.)
#21. You’re being chased by a cotton candy hippo; reaction?
Throw a bucket of water on it. Not very dramatic, I know. But I can’t sprint worth beans.
#22. Choose a champion.
Runaan. I feel like he wouldn’t take up a cause unless it was just. Or at least justifiable. Plus, I could watch him fight all day long. Stalk, stalk, slashin’ baby!
#23. Favorite scene? Why?
UGH. SO MANY. The parallels between Harrow, Callum, and Ezran telling someone about what it means to grow up. How Viren uses the images of the Moonshadow assassins he cremated to scare the Pentarchy (because foreshadowing). When the Moon Druids Lujanne summons have three illusions identical to three of Runaan’s assassins. How Runaan lets Rayla hit him when they’re fighting, but he won’t hit her back, and he’s the one who breaks off the attack when he sees she’s getting winded. How we get a glorious glimpse of Aaravos’s power and speed (and pretty pretty magic!) as he and Viren fight off the guards.
Superbestfavorite though? Aaravos reaching toward the fire in his hearth without looking, summoning it into his hand, and quenching it in his fist. hngh
#24. Should Soren be a poet?
If he really wants to be, then yes. Let there be a warrior poet, and let him be Soren.
#25. Soggy Socks. (No more context)
I think it’s some kind of metaphor for the show. Not sure if it’s just a reference to disaster, like Callum says, or if it’s more of a rite of passage, literally “getting your feet wet,” that everyone has to go through if they want to, uhh, level up. But Villads got himself waterproof socks to prevent it, and Callum literally had a mental disaster involving drowning. So it kinda seems like a bad thing. I’m still not sure why Soren and Claudia let Runaan keep his boots on in the dungeon, but I’m actually kinda comforted because that means Runaan can’t get wet socks and should hopefully turn out okay somehow. *crosses my fingers*
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