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Qsmp fans who are college students and have busy mondays I am holding your hand. I have a 3 hour class during peak qsmp lore hours. We can get through this together. (Gripping the table extremely hard)
I still can’t get over how completely vulnerable laudna was at the end of the episode. In her relationship with Imogen, she’s often seeking the role of comforter, which she does very well. She’s beyond attentive to imogen, seeking to provide her comfort even before she’s had a chance to ask, yet any conversation over her own history is waved away, downplayed, or even delighted in. Given her devotion to imogen, it makes sense that the first time we do see her in need of comfort and advice from others, it’s over something symbolic of her broken relationship with imogen. And while it’s definitely a serious character moment for her, developmentally, it was still played up for comedy much of the time by Marisha. But now? God, I don’t think we’ve ever seen her feel so small.
She’s spent an entire campaign dancing around the topic of her death with indifference at best, and delight at worst. She waves off the fact that her killer lives in her head, shrugs like it’s nothing more than an annoying roommate. And obviously, the situation with the shattered rock changed a lot! But after the bubbly, delightedly blasé-about-death laudna that we’ve grown to know, it’s almost surreal to finally see her let it sink in. Delilah’s words aren’t just words anymore. Her death isn’t just a story to tell. It matters that she was alive, once, and she cares enough to fear it didn’t
“The other day, when you spoke about her so bitterly, and about me . . . I thought you hated her. I could understand your hating me. I’ve never hated you, but I could understand . . . I could see why you might hate me. But I couldn’t see why you hated Lyra.”
Excerpt From The Amber Spyglass, Chapter 38, by Philip Pullman