I am actually. I am so emotional over the Salazar parents and I need to share this to tumblr too.
A lot of stories where the MC is adopted I feel. Either dismiss the biological parents and the impact they have on the kid's life, or makes them evil and abusive, framing the loss of the bio parents as a good thing, or at least something we shouldn't think about just look at this new family.
But Genrex doesn't do that. From the start, Rex wanted to find out more about his parents - it's one of his primary character motivations, next to helping people. He loves them, even though he doesn't know them.
And the more he finds out about them, the more he realizes they loved him. Rylander is consumed by guilt but as Rex's first connection to his pre-Event life, the first thing he does is hug him. And when he tells Rex about his parents, the two things Rex knows is that 1) they were scientists, and 2) that when he was in danger, they were desperate enough to use their secret, experimental technology to save him. Technology built from their desire to help the world, to save countless lives and end countless suffering.
And then. When he finds out that they were dead, he doesn't stop caring. It'd be so easy, too, to tie it up there - his parents were good people, he got his answer about them, the end. But they don't. He doesn't. Because the show is saying once again that they are his parents. He still calls them mom and dad, even as the show makes it clear Holiday and Six adopted Rex as their son. Even as the show even parallels Six and One with Rex and Six (and I will talk about that more later if I don't forget, trust me), to really drive home how much they're family. Rex even says he considers the two of them family, and later that he considers Noah, Claire and Annie family.
He has new family, the show tells us, but his old family still matters to him. He's upset that he never has the chance to meet his parents, that everything he hears about them, about his time with them, is secondhand knowledge. It tells us clearly that not only does Rex still love them, but that he still wants to know them. And everything we find out about them reinforces the love that they had for each other.
We see Abuela and the family in Mexico, who connect him to his birth family and tell him that he was so loved back then, and still is now. We see their office in Abysus through Rex's eyes. The picture of him and his dad on his desk. The drawing Rex drew, proudly pinned to the wall.
We see it in the familiarity of the drawing. That that robot, that build, was what Rex created when he was lost and scared and alone - that it was made to keep him safe. That it first appeared in his mind in a place he felt safe.
The show says, tenderly and softly, that the love is still there. That the fact these people died was nothing but a tragedy, that their love is a big part of what made Rex who he is today - that every molecule in his body is filled with their final gift to him. That every time he cures someone, every time he uses a build, every time he makes a machine - we see the love that they had for him.
And the way he quietly absorbs his father's face. The way he freezes and whispers "Mamá?" when he finds out Zag-Rs has their mother's voice. The fact that she even has her voice as a testament to Caesar's love, too - that it was meant to bring comfort and safety. The way Rex yells at Caesar when he finds out they have a family property, a connection to their past, the way he fights to protect it.
And, none of this takes away still from Six and Holiday being Rex's family too. None of this removes the work either set of parents did for him, the love either set has - the show says that it was unfair that the Salazar parents were lost. That Six and Holiday are not replacements, that they still love him as parents but play different roles in his life. They can not, and have no desire to, replace the Salazars. But Rex needs parents, he needs protectors, and so they will do what they can for him - at first out of necessity, to keep this kid they barely know safe, but then out of love. They aren't replacing what was lost, but are doing their best to do what Rex's bio parents would do. And they do mess up in it - they mess up in ways Rex's bio parents might not have. Six is clearly bad with showing affection, affection we saw the Salazars give Rex so easily, and Holiday is overworked and stressed constantly, sometimes breaking under the pressure and snapping at Rex and Six, things we never saw the Salazars do.
It's just. It's about how sometimes things will not be the same. They will be different. That doesn't mean the people you lost aren't still with you.
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How about: 91. “I remember everything.” Kanej
“You have to leave this fucking city.”
Inej is surprised to hear herself cuss. Even the years out at sea haven’t hardened her tongue like this- she curses, sure, at ropes and waves and wind. She doesn’t curse at people. It’s not an effective management technique.
But she has found the end of her patience for this nonsense.
No one really expected Kaz Brekker to live to see thirty. She’s not even sure Kaz, with his bravado and his theatrics that have only gotten worse over the years, thought he’d make it. But here they are, a month from his fucking birthday, and he’s laid up in bed with a bullet hole in his fucking body.
He’s putting on a good show of being strong, of ignoring the pain. But Inej can see the tense muscles of his jaw, the sweat that stands glittering on his forehead, the way he shifts his weight slowly and braces for each move.
“I don’t—” Kaz sighs, wincing as he presses his hand to the bloody hole in his side. It’s been bandaged, it’s been days, but he won’t let anyone call a healer and Inej is going to kill him if infection doesn’t.
“I don’t want to fight about this,” he finishes, and his voice is so hoarse and raw that Inej moves, grabbing the cool pitcher of water from his bedside table and pouring a careful glass for him. She’s used to a certain amount of gravel in his voice, but the pain makes listening to him feel like walking barefoot in the mountains.
“Kaz,” she sighs, using her sleeve to wipe the sweat from his brow as he drinks. He barely flinches. Progress. “I know what happened,” she says, meeting his eyes.
“Jesper has a big fucking mouth,” Kaz bites, and he’s not wrong. Jesper had told her. He had told her all about the little skiv who had waited for Kaz outside the Geldstraat tunnel, who had ambushed him as he’d been walking home from dinner with his friends.
And she knows the kid’s name. She’s known it for 12 years, since Kaz forced Pekka to his knees behind the Church of Barter.
Albie Rollins is in Ketterdam, and he’s gunning for the return of his father’s empire.
“I can handle him,” Kaz says, struggling to sit up in bed. Inej wants to press him back into the sheets, make him lie still and see reason. “I walked away from this one.”
She’s frustrated, she’s exhausted, and the man she loves is struggling in front of her. Inej doesn’t know how to get through to him. How she can make him see that if he lets this city kill him, she will never never forgive him.
“And what about the next one?” she asks. “Or the one after that? What happens when you’re forty or fifty or sixty and some little teenager puts a gun to your head and demands you say the name of his loved one, huh?” Inej snaps, her nerves frays. “All the saints hear my promise, when that kid comes and kills you for his brother or his mother or his cousin, I will—”
Inej swallows around the lump in her throat. She honestly doesn’t know what she’ll do. What her plan is. What it could possibly be.
“What?” he’s holding her gaze now, his eyes dark and private, even from her. But he’s listening. He’s actually listening to her. “What will you do?”
“I will set the fucking Wraith on fire and stand in the flames as she goes down around me,” she says, her voice barely a hiss in the quiet room. “I will let the world know that Kaz Brekker was the death of me, and I will find you in the next life and I will never, ever speak to you again. It— if you let this city bury you under the weight of your own gold, I will dig you up and give the gold to the fucking council before I bury you at sea with me.”
He nods once, breaking the eye contact they’ve both been holding. He hears her. He’s not ready to respond, but he hears what she’s saying. She can give him time to think about it.
Inej turns around, her back to him, and scrubs at her eyes with the heels of her hands. She’s not going to cry. Not over something that hasn’t happened yet.
“You know what the difference is?” Kaz says, his voice still strained, but soft. “Between me and Rollins?”
He waits for her to reply, but she doesn’t. She just waits for him to tell her.
“I remember.”
She turns to look at him, cataloguing the far away look on his face.
“I remember every person I put in the ground on my way up. Everyone I hurt. I remember their names. Their faces. I can’t forget them, I’ve tried. So when that kid puts me on his knees and demands I say that name, I promise you, I will say it.”
Now the tears are at the back of her throat, unbidden. She knows he has ghosts, they both do. But it suddenly strikes her just how haunted Kaz really is.
“All of them?” She asks, reaching down to take his hand
He doesn’t flinch away, just lets her lace their fingers together as he nods.
“Trust me,” he whispers. “I remember everything.”
(fic prompts: 1 2)
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I think the main reason WW's Ganondorf is so different from the others it's because he has learned that his battle against the Goddesses is not a matter of everyone against him/the gerudo but rather a everyone against the gods.
Besides Demise's curse, Ganondorf has always been flooded by his wish of revenge: revenge against the hylians who marginalized his people, revenge again the hero who slayed him, revenge against anyone who opposed him. He doesn't fight for a just cause because he believes the world is unjust and the only way of surviving is by being unjust in return.
But in the Adult Timeline, after the events of OoT and breaking his seal, he discovers an awful truth: it's not that the world is unfair, the Goddesses are. Just to seal him again, they flood the whole kingdom they were supposed to protect, killing most of the hylians population and condemning a few selected survivors to struggle in tiny islands isolated from the rest by a huge sea warren of fishes but filled with dangerous monsters. Even the other races had to undergo drastic changes in their bodies to survive un the aftermath of the flood. That's when Ganondorf understood that the Goddesses weren't just unfair: they were uncaring, and willing to sacrifice anything to torment anyone who wronged them.
I think this is why Ganondorf, even thought some of his actions are still deplorable (launching Link to drown at the sea, kidnapping girls, allegedly destroying a village...), we see that he's less willing to actively hurt people (in the final battle, he has TWO clear opportunities to kill Link and Tetra, and in both times he just incapacitates them, and besides whatever happened in Windfish island we never see him sending his monsters to attack people, just kidnapp a few of them). In fact, he's motivanted by a more "noble" cause: to bring Hyrule, or better said, his idyllic version of it, back from the seafloor. This could be because he has stopped seeing hylians as the "other", and has started to consider them as being from the same band, just a bunch of mortals trying to survive the whims of the gods, who play with them as if they were mere chesspieces.
So, in a sense, Ganondorf is not really much different from its other incarnations. He's still full of hatred and rancor, but It has been redirected. Not against the royal family, who exiled his people to the deserts. Not against the hylians, who lived si much better than them and even had the gall to call them thieves when they were just trying to survive. Not against the hero and the princess who defeated and sealed him when he tried to reclaim what he thought he deserved.
It's the Goddesses.
The Goddesses that drowned their people to "protect" them from him.
The Goddesses that decided it was okay to let two children fight against him as their champions. Forever.
The Goddesses that decided he is the one and only Big Bad Guy of the story when they have commited more atrocities than him, both by action and inaction.
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