“I have seen you, shining through the masks you wear, light pouring through the holes cut for eyes to see. I’m sorry for the veneer and shadows you hide in. I’m sorry for the fear that locks you there. I have seen you hands shaking but squeezing still. Voice trembling, but stuttering out truth. I have seen you.”
“Sometimes the mere gravity of a situation can harm a person more than a blade itself. If we can learn to wield that gravity so that it may benefit us, perhaps then the healing can begin.” - Jannequinard
Watch me wield it. Just watch. I’ll invoke a storm like you’ve never seen before.
Monty Green who betrayed his own mother, the only blood family he has left to save his people. Who has saved and been saved by them. Monty Green knowing that you can choose your family and sometimes that family is even more important than anything else. Because they don’t belong to Triku, they don’t belong to Skaikru. A nation who has attacked them since the beginning, and a government who found them all to be disposable. The Delinquents don’t belong to them, they belong to each other. I can’t wait for their own exodus to finally come.
There’s an unsettling calm after a storm passes. When the whirlwind stops and the downpour settles and all has been rinsed away, an unspoken clarity is left behind.
Things that you once thought mattered don’t hold quite as much weight, whereas others have much more significance. You begin to realize what’s truly important as it all glistens in the sparkling light of calm in the aftermath.
But it’s unsettling because of the accompanying uncertainty. Doubt keeps you lingering, resisting the path before you. But it all serves a purpose:
A purpose to heal and recover.
A purpose to grow and discover.
And a purpose to learn what is worth fighting for.