My dudes. I know this is crazy to hear. But some of us adults… we have hobbies.. that we’ve been enjoying since we were KIDS!! It’s like?? When we were young and we liked it? It wasn’t a phase!! WOW!!! And you know what??? There isn’t an age limit to joy. Costumes, cartoons, drawing, games, and friends don’t expire when you turn 18.
To me it kinda seems like Mark could have killed someone else and taken their place? Like the Colonel for instance-
He’s not all that bothered by Mark’s death
He seems to know the house pretty dang well
He’s trying to get us off his scent
The whole “I will not be called a murderer in my own home!!!” thing???
Everyone was saying how they were such good friends and then Mark just dropped off the face of the Earth. Maybe he finally wanted to fit in again. Maybe he thought the only way he could do that was by becoming someone else, and “disposing of” his past? Maybe he thought he could just become someone else without any mysterious past and start fresh?
Maybe he chose the Colonel because he’s, as Damien describes, “very eccentric”, and it would be easy to act as him. BUT I also like the idea that maybe it was Damien that Mark switched places with.
Compared to everyone else, Damien is the only one who’s genuinely distraught over Mark’s murder (except for the butler’s lil breakdown, but that was a blip). You could almost say that, in comparison (because irl he’d be the only one acting realistically lmao), he’s overreacting- or overacting.
This could explain the possibility of Celine being possessed by Dark- if Damien is Dark, and Celine was attempting to talk to “Mark”, then it only makes sense that Damien/Dark would want to exact their revenge, and what better way to do that than to possess her and go rogue?
The disappearance of the body could be accounted to Mark’s attempts to get rid of the evidence before someone realizes that it’s not actually Mark.
but idk man just speculating at this point. thank u for listening
‘Well, Wart,’ said Merlyn, ‘here we are – or were – again. How nice you look in your crown. I was not allowed to tell you before, or since, but your father was, or will be, King Uther Pendragon, and it was I myself, disguised as a beggar, who first carried you to Sir Ector’s castle, in your golden swaddling bands. I know all about your birth and parentage and who gave you your real name. I know the sorrows before you, and the joys, and how there will never again be anybody who dares to call you by the friendly name of Wart. In future it will be your glorious doom to take up the burden and to enjoy the nobility of your proper title: so now I shall crave the privilege of being the very first of your subjects to address you with it – as my dear liege lord, King Arthur.’
‘Will you stay with me for a long time?’ asked the Wart, not understanding much of this.
‘Yes, Wart,’ said Merlyn. ‘Or rather, as I should say (or is it have said?), Yes, King Arthur.’