The X-Files: S04E14 (Memento Mori) + S04E22 (Elegy) | Mulder's anguish when witnessing Scully's nosebleeds

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The X-Files: S04E14 (Memento Mori) + S04E22 (Elegy) | Mulder's anguish when witnessing Scully's nosebleeds
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“you’re the only one i’ve called”
The X-Files: S04E14 (Memento Mori) | "You okay, Scully?"
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Momento Mori 4x14
I thought I’d do something a little different for my review of this week’s episode. The images are just a few of the many fantastic moments that are permanently seared into my memory, that represent…Momento Mori. This part of THE journey that Scully was forced to take, was not traveled alone. The fact that she never felt alone even in her darkest moments reflects the strength of the MSR friendship and to me much, much more.
This episode destroyed me when I first watched it back in 1997 and after watching it again, I am again devastated. The writing and acting gave me just as many feels today as it did the first time around. Scully’s moment with her mother, Mulder’s fear when he finds her room empty, Skinner’s willingness to deal with the Devil, and the voice overs…omg, they were so beautifully written.
Scully: “For the first time, I feel time like a heart beat. The seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning. The numerous mysteries, that once seemed so distant and unreal, threatening clarity in the presence of a truth entertained not in youth, but only in its passage. I feel these words as if their meaning were weight lifted from me knowing that you will read them and share my burden as I have come to trust no other. That you should know my heart, look into it, finding there the memory and experience that belong to you, that are you, is a comfort to me now as I feel the tethers loose and the prospects darken for the continuance of a journey that began not so long ago. And which began again with a faith shaken and strengthened by your convictions. If not for which I might never have been so strong now as I cross to face you and look at you, incomplete, hoping that you will forgive me for not making the rest of the journey with you.”