there's something deeply fascinating to me about the idea of spending almost forty years believing whole-heartedly that you have a great life and are fighting for the right side, and it's your reckless pirate brother on the filthy surface who got the shitty lot in life. only for someone to look you dead in the eye and see who you are and apologize for not saving you from becoming it.
you didn't think you needed to be saved. but you did. and you weren't. and i'm so sorry that you weren't.
so anyway i think these two should meet again!











