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THE LAST OF US (2025) | 2.07

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The Evolution of Tommy Miller & Ellie Williams

The Last of Us Season 01 - Season 02

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Don't talk to me like I didn't know him. He was my brother. THE LAST OF US — 2.03 “The Path”

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same, Dina, same

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'fuck!'

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'Pony' by Ginuwine is playing

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we don't talk about that

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how BDE walks

how BDE stands

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'so, uh, communism.' 'naaah. nah, it ain't like that' 'it is that, literally. this is a commune, we're communists.'

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Tommy eyed his partner closely upon hearing his initial response, not entirely reassured by it. It bothered him deeply, knowing Poe wasn’t completely fine. But he supposed there was no one way to think about something like this. That’s why they had to work through the pros and cons, come to an understanding about it. So, Tommy didn’t push, recognising his partner was safe and that had to be enough right then. He listened, mind whirring as Poe continued on, knowing he had a point. For the most part, the bond seemed one-sided, and that was a relief. Like every time I’m around you. Tommy looked over at that, thoughts interrupted, eyes softening despite the tone of conversation. Though their relationship actually spanned five years, it technically only became official a few months ago, Tommy finally knocking down the wall he’d had up from day one. Hearing statements like that, no matter how casually stated, warmed him from inside out, reminding him how lucky he was to have Poe to call his own. How glad he was that he had torn that wall down.

Knowing the situation was serious, and required his full attention, Tommy shook off the other thoughts, well aware the love he felt for the man beside him was a rabbit hole he could get lost down forever. “The Winchesters are decent,” he nodded, although there was the latest drama to consider. “But beyond being Victors, hunters, long-time Rebels, and practically joined at the hip, I dunno much about ‘em. Not as people. Might have to do some diggin'. I know we can’t exactly change anythin’ here, but at least we’ll know who we’re dealin’ with, right?” Without permission, Dean had been pulled right into the centre of their lives. Tommy had to know what kind of man he was.

“Hey,” he started, seeing Poe’s expression, the tension that strung his shoulders as he spoke of Coin. Tommy reached out, tugging a clenched hand free, threading their fingers together instead. “I know this is.. a fuckin’ lot. I know some days it feels like she’s everywhere, y’know, finger in every damn pie. But we’re gonna work this thing out. Make it work for us, not against us. She might’ve wanted ‘em as soldiers, and that’s screwed up, but that doesn’t change the fact they got brought back to begin with, and they get to be with their loved ones again. They’re free now. In a way.. you’re helpin’ Dean be able to do that. And,” he leant forward, trying to catch Poe’s eye, trying to reassure. “You ain’t alone. Lotta’ folks here in the same position, and they know a hell of a lot more about this than we do.” He nodded reassuringly, thinking of Pansy. She’d certainly be able to fill them in. “I’d say we got some house calls to make, don’t you?”

He was quiet for a while, thinking it through, trying to recall what he knew of the bond. “I can think of another pro, y’know. Yeah, it’s a… real weird invasion of privacy, and it’s all happenin’ without either of y’all’s consents. But like you said, you feel too much, he’s gonna know. And that means if you’re ever in danger, or somethin’s real wrong, he’ll know that too. I dunno, mi alma, a guy like that on our side, knowin’ when you’re in trouble, maybe even where you are? I’d say it’s not all bad. I like the sound of that, anyway. That someone else is watchin’ out for you, too.” Allowing Poe to consider that, Tommy lifted the hand he held to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Coin had taken almost everything from everyone they’d ever met, but Tommy refused to let her take this. There had to be a positive side to it, something they could work with.

“God damn is right,” Poe agreed with a nod, watching closely as his partner seated himself, trying to gauge his reaction. A second opinion, from someone he trusted entirely, would certainly help him decipher how he felt about it. How he should feel. Poe wasn’t the only person to have received such news, stories of non-humans finding their bonded were becoming more frequent around Alexandria, but it was the first time they’d been involved so closely. Certainly the first time any of them had been chosen. Considering his past with Coin, of how intertwined their stories had been, perhaps it shouldn’t have been such a surprise that Poe had been linked. Turned into a target. But still, it was, and so soon after finding Tommy’s family, an unwelcome revelation. As soon as they’d began to find their feet, something had pulled the rug up from under them again.

Mimicking Tommy in finding a chair, Poe seated himself next to him, elbows resting on the oak table in front. He was unsure how to answer, because physically he was fine, but the emotional answer left much to be considered. “I am. I think I am,” he confirmed with a nod, before elaborating. “Technically speaking, it won’t affect me much. The distance, the emotions, the mind hopping - they all affect him, not me. It’s not something I have to deal with day to day. But it’s uh – it’s the lack of control, from my end. I feel too much, he feels it too. Like every time I’m around you, he’ll know.” Poe gazed off as he considered it, the pros and cons that Tommy had mentioned. 

“He seems like a decent guy, from what we know. He’s not out to use this against me. I’m sure he doesn’t want this either, but apart from that, I’m not really seeing an upside. It’s like he’s a puppet, one I’m pulling the strings of, but on autopilot. I can’t control it, and neither can he.” Poe shook his head, thinking of Coin again. Of how she still managed to get inside his head, even now. “I think this was her cruellest game of all. Exploiting the dead, using them as weapons. Coin’s gone, and we’re still picking up the pieces, still being surprised. It’s not Dean’s fault, it’s hers. All we can do now is try to work with what all the shit she left.” 

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fuck around and find out: Tommy Miller version

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Arms crossing over his chest, Tommy found himself taken aback by the strong emotions he felt from hearing the question. Of course, he often thought of Joel, but those thoughts were private, a worry always kept for himself. Verbalising it, even to a relative stranger, made the worry real, gave it a voice. He inhaled deeply before nodding. “I do, yeah. I haven’t seen him in a real long time, but.. he’s okay. I’m sure of it.” Michonne had mentioned something about a kid and finding Marlene — he just had to believe they’d make it here.

“An experiment?” He frowned in confusion. Tommy had been almost certain as to who this man was until he heard his story. The more Thomas explained, the quicker realisation dawned on him. He was actually a maze kid, part of the test crews they’d pulled from the old arenas. Tommy had been disgusted when he’d been told about the experiments back in January, and was still equally disgusted now, a familiar rage burning within his gut at the reminder. They’d been spared from the Games, living in the QZ, but discovering what the rest of the nation had been through for decades, especially the children, had once and for all cemented his path in life. Tommy would forever stand against oppression and control, and likely give up anything he called his own to ensure it.

Knuckles going white from where they gripped his own biceps, Tommy finally replied. “I heard about this. So, they took your memories too, huh? Your damn lives weren’t enough?” The question was rhetorical, his voice simmering with anger, but he fought to control it, trying again with a softer approach. He sighed. “I’m sorry. That that happened to you, all of you. They had no right. As for your old lives… maybe you’ll get ‘em back, maybe you won’t. But you’re just kids. Y'all have a lotta time to choose the one you wanna live now.”

“Survivable?” He paused briefly in thought. “Sure, dependin’ on who you are. Liveable is the real question. Life shouldn’t just be about survivin’, that’s why we’re buildin’ this place up. There’s lots of folks out there, on the other side of them walls, but I’m willin’ to bet there ain’t no community, not like this one. And we need community. That’s how we make it.” Tommy had experienced both sides of that coin, and he knew which way worked. When people thrived, so did society, the two feeding each other. Brows creasing together, Tommy gave the kid a look, somewhere between curious and concerned. “Why? You thinkin’ of goin’ out there?”

At the honest answer to his question, one Thomas surprisingly believed, he nodded in response. Although he’d been cut off from the outside world for years, it was how he’d imagined it to be. Chaotic, unruly, a broken mess caused by Capitol fallout. From what he’d gathered, the community that had rescued him were much larger than most, protected by an array of supernatural beings and exhausted rebels, bonded by a belief that Thomas also shared. The people that had run the country were bad, and the people who stood against them were good. It was a black and white approach, one which ignored all complications, but he found comfort in it’s core message. 

Although he was presumably safe here, Thomas still couldn’t bring himself to settle, wondering where the next attack would come from; wondering if the Capitol truly had fallen for good. It was too idealistic to latch on to, even with the news that Voldemort and his successors were gone. He needed a back up plan, and he needed knowledge. He and his friends would fall short without it, and the last place Thomas wanted to end up was back in a testing facility. “You have a brother out there?” The idea made him feel uneasy. Although he’d only met Stiles weeks ago, and they’d rarely spoken in that time, but they were still family. It had to stand for something. Eventually, he hoped, it would mean as much to him as the Gladers did. Especially if it could help retrieve the memories that’d been stolen from him. 

“Never,” he admitted. The man had eased Thomas’ curiosity, so he was willing to do the same in return. “At least not that I can remember. My life’s been an experiment, I think. That’s what they told me in the hospital. But I don’t have the memories to prove it. My friend Newt once told me that the people we were before don’t exist, and he’s right. So this —” he gestured around to Alexandria. “And the arena I was in, that’s all I know. What’s out there is a mystery to me. ‘Is it survivable?” 

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