I had thoughts about Thatcher and now you all have to deal with them
My username isn’t yes-i-have-thoughts for no reason
(WARNING: SPOILERS FOR VOL. 4 AND LIKELY UNCENSORED MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SOURCE EVENTS REFERENCED. THATCHER AND RUTH FICTIVES/IRLS, READ WITH CAUTION.)
So everyone and their mothers are being neurodivergent fucks over Adam
And power to them, honestly, but I have absolutely nothing to add to the conversation and am honestly afraid of unintentionally coming across as insensitive towards people with low/no empathy, so I don’t want to add anything in case I only cause damage.
But here’s the thing. From what I’ve seen, not a single person has said a damn word about Thatcher. Aside from commenting on the demon in his closet and the letter, I mean.
Let’s change that.
So imagine being some guy in Mandela County who gets promoted to the lieutenant position in your police force. For one day, you’re on top of the world. Everyone’s happy for you, your best friend clearly is as well. Then the moment is over and you have to go back to work. And within maybe 24 hours your entire life goes down the tubes so fast you’ve got nothing to do but wander around your house and lie in bed.
Congratulations! You’re Thatcher Davis!
This bastard must have one Hell of a will to live (even if he doesn’t sound like it). He goes from riding high to in a metaphorical grave within 24-48 goddamn hours. And while yeah, he could be in better shape, he’s still. Alive. Which is more than I could say for probably literally anyone else in his position
And if he’s riddled with M.A.D that just makes this even MORE impressive because while he’s despondent and clearly doing the bare minimum of living he’s still here! Which is impressive, by M.A.D statistics standards.
This motherfucker just won’t go down. He’s got his own alternate and whatever the fuck is in the closet breathing down his neck and guilt eating him from the inside out and yet he’s clawing his way to another day over and over again. If that’s not strong will, I don’t know what is.
I’m not saying that people can’t call him a sopping wet cat anymore. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a soggier one. This poor bastard lives through every day with god-knows-what on his mind and now probably the only other person he talked to essentially cut ties with him. We have no idea if he’s in contact with his family, he still writes letters to Ruth years later-the guy’s mental state is an absolute wreck. And now with Dave gone, I’m honestly wondering if he’s only running off spite at this point. Like his very existence is the last “fuck you” to the alternates he can give.
I have little trouble believing he’s going to go down eventually. But I also have no trouble believing he’ll take at least one person down with him. The guy’s going to fight until his last breath, willingly or not.
However you view Thatcher Davis-as a pathetic man with stupid luck or a stubborn fucker with garbage luck but a will to live that just won’t fade-you’re most likely right.
kaeya: you're the dark knight? ha, you must have the eyes of a hawk
diluc: actually hawks are diurnal and have poor eyesight at night which is why you only see them active during the day. a better bird would've been an owl of course but also nighthawks, which despite the name, aren't actually in the hawk family
