d is for destruction
In which Valentine’s signal was up for longer—a lot longer. (Or, the apocalypse story no one asked for.)
Sorry love, gotta save the world he’d said, and he’d believed it, too. All three of them had. Four, if you count Tilde.
None of them had realised how far gone the world already was.
Lying awake at night, listening to the soft breathing of the sleeping people around him, Eggsy sometimes wonders whether he would stop Valentine again if given the chance.
They say hindsight is 20/20, but in this case the fact that he knows how one scenario played out doesn’t really matter. The other scenario would’ve ended much the same way.
Don’t stop Valentine, and humanity’s fucked.
Stop Valentine, and humanity’s still fucked.