ok, so y’all can be mad at yoyo about the whole coulson thing- you know, like the rest of the team comprised of the only people left in her life, the family she found when the world at large turned on her, when her friends and family turned their back on her. the only people who have the faintest idea what her world had become. you can be angry that she wanted to let coulson die, even if, you know, the act could break an endless loop of death, destruction, and subjugation of the fragile survivors of a broken earth. i mean, you’d be wrong, her team WAS wrong, and you could could be as wrong as they were.
but i think what gets forgotten- ESPECIALLY by the rest of her team- the survivors after talbot goes all deviled egg on the planet have grim lives. it’s no vacation. but they have all that time together. fitz-simmons have a daughter. may adopts a daughter.
yoyo...there isn’t children to raise in a prepper’s wet dream of a bunker. there’s no time for her to make the best of a nightmare world, no sense of peace, just a heartbeat long, in the arms of someone who loves her. yoyo...doesn’t get to have any of that. what yoyo gets?
death. death, resurrection. death, resurrection. feeling every death as completely as the ones before, and the ones to come. dying, the way she does, is hell enough, but the agony of getting brought back is worse, i suspect. and that is all she’ll ever have. she knows it. an endless cycle. her punishment, for having failed, again, to change the past. she’s still THERE. she’s still suffering, she’s still dying, she’s still having her blood drawn from her to give birth to generations of children who only know cruelty and fear and hunger. children whose only value to the beings who control every bit of their lives is as livestock, or if they’re exceptionally unlucky, as slave soldiers. the team lives that nightmare for awhile. barring breaking the loop, yoyo lives that nightmare forever. no peace. no light. no family. no friends. no love.
she never really points that out. of all the things she brings up, it’s not her own suffering. and the fact that no one seems to realize the very personal toll she faces.
anyway. it’s obvious i’m rewatching aos. my heart hurts.
