Because it was a stupid premise that was going to get people’s butts in seats for one reason and one reason only, and that was to see the Alien fight the Predator, so they could literally do whatever they wanted with the rest of the movie, they didn’t care, so what did they do?
Put Sanaa Lathan in as the lead, gave her a shield made of an alien’s crest and a spear made of an alien’s tail and said “go fight alongside the Predator to save the world from an Alien Queen”, and that’s what she did. They didn’t have to do that, they could have had a white guy, they could have had a white woman, a black man, even, but no, they went with a black woman and made her incredible. And when she fought her way to the end of that movie, they made sure that the most dangerous hunters in the galaxy recognized her and respected her, and they marked her because they decided “You are a paragon of your species and we honor you as one of our own” so in this universe when the Predators think of the Best that Humanity has to offer, they imagine the face of a black woman of science with long curly hair.
Consider Merlin and Arthur’s roles in their destiny together.
Consider the conflict between Arthur’s head and his heart, as everything he is as a person rebels against everything he has learned he should be as a king. Is he too young, too naive and idealistic to understand what it means to make decisions for a kingdom? Is it necessary to sacrifice his morals for the good of the kingdom, as his father tells him he must? What is he risking if he ignores the wisdom his father gained from decades of experience?
He doesn’t trust that what feels right to him is actually the right thing to do.
Consider Merlin the push Arthur needs when he hesitates. His unashamed individuality, his lack of concern for societal norms or “the way things are done,” his bold, unsolicited opinions, his open distaste for rigid traditionalism—in all these little ways, he reminds Arthur that the way things are now is not the only way things can ever be. Follow your heart. Trust your instincts. Don’t apologize for who you are.
Consider Arthur’s shell of false arrogance slowly giving way to confidence in his own beliefs, his own decisions, judgments, and ideas. The realization that the voices of those around him—Merlin, Gwen, his knights, court, and citizens—are valuable in shaping and informing his thoughts. He may have the final say in running the kingdom, but they are the kingdom.
Arthur pursues the truth because he cannot rule Camelot without knowing if its laws condemn the innocent.
Consider Merlin seeing his endless, silent labor rewarded.
Percy blinks and the Raven Queen is standing there where Raishan was, her porcelain face somehow conveying disdain even through the lack of expression or proper features. “Go home, Percival,” she says, impatient, and Percy thought that he and death were on better terms than this. “There is a woman crying over you again and it would be rude to keep her waiting.” “You’re sending me back?” he asks, because Percy is a curious sort and has never learned to leave well enough alone. “Just like that.” “I have no desire to keep you and you have work to do.” Percy nods, and when he blinks again, Vex is indeed crying and kissing what feels like his entire face. He mutters something about that being very nice before - oh dear god - everything hurts very much and is that…was that - “Don’t look down, darling,” Vex tells him, watery and smiling painfully. Given that might have been his insides Percy just caught out of the corner of his eye, he listens to her and then promptly passes out.