I'm still thinking about that scene in Victoriocity S3E7 where Fleet runs back towards the Beast so as to lure it into the path of the train...
Clara's exclamation of 'Teamwork, Fleet!' after Fleet says he's got a plan reflects her conviction that any plan that Fleet has will be a shared plan, something they do together.
This conviction is a kind of trust, and that trust is part of the reason Clara takes a moment to realise Fleet has headed back towards the Beast. She trusts that he's following behind her. She keeps talking to him, her words full of optimism.
When she realises Fleet isn't there, she immediately realises what that must mean he's done, and her voice sounds more small and scared than I think we've ever heard it before.
Fleet's attempt at self-sacrifice is a kind of betrayal of Clara's trust, but when he echoes her celebration of their teamwork in a more somber tone, I think it suggests that he understands the weight of that betrayal.
If Fleet's plan is that Clara won't realise he's gone until it's already too late, then he thinks "Teamwork, Clara" will be the last words he'll ever speak to her. In what he imagines will be their final conversation, Fleet affirms Clara's understanding of them as a team who work well together, even as he is making a choice that rejects the possibility of their teamwork in this scenario. It's a recognition of what their dynamic has meant. It's a goodbye and an apology, even if Clara doesn't understand it as such at first.
I don't think Fleet sounds scared as he initially faces down the train. When he shouts "Yeah, this way, you stupid machine! Come on then!", he sounds defiant and grimly determined.
In fact, I don't think he sounds afraid until Clara appears, until she might be at risk of being in the path of the Beast or the train as well. It's when he shouts "Clara, stay back for God's sake!" and "Please, get back!" that there's real fear and desperation in his voice. He can confront the idea of giving his own life, but not the idea that doing so might put Clara in danger.
Another thing about these lines is that the move from 'stay back' to 'get back' suggests that Clara didn't obey his first instruction but got closer to him (and therefore to the path of the Beast and the train) between those two lines.
Then Fleet gives what might be another attempt at his last words: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry." A repeated apology before an attempted self-sacrifice is an implicit acknowledgement of how much losing him would hurt Clara. He regrets causing her pain.
Even so, he's accepted that he is about to die and that it'd be worth it to destroy the Beast. But Clara very much hasn't accepted either those things. She's still trying to yell over the noise of the train; she's pulling off her ring to throw at him.
I think it's a good illustration of how Clara's optimism is a kind of strength. She always believes that they can "make a new plan" and that it'll be one in which no one has to die. I think Archibald Fleet needs someone like that, someone who'll tell him to drop to the ground when his death advances from both sides, someone who - even in a dark tunnel with an murderous metal monster and a speeding train - won't stop shouting that there's hope.
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Abattoir snippet
“Illyrians did this.”
He spared her a look, unmoved expression somehow still telling her no. Sighed, before speaking.“If Illyria had magic like this, you’d have died the day Rhys dragged you in wearing a vow.”
It had broken, when he did.
When the Cauldron and the world did, too.
No one in Velaris would re-tattoo the marks for her, refused flat out, no matter how accurately she could draw them. They offered her other things: knots of ribbon to hold secrets, compulsions that would last a year and a day, magical cakes and fiendish trickery.
Slowly- even with her strength Feyre moved too quick or too slow, human or incised fae, both and all that she was- sleek and sliding as shadows moved, creeping to end of day, Azriel sank to the ground.
Knelt, hands reaching into this endless, open grave.
She had paintings like this.
A dozen and a dozen more burnt.
Rhysand, wings splayed, death incarnate.
Only one dated from when he was alive, expression borrowed and borrowed again, memory all the magic left, sorrow realer than the feelings.
And so it took a moment, to understand Azriel.
To recognize the emotion, even on such a difference face. Reverence. Raw, complete, hunger. To have and hold and believe. Love.
“The food,” Feyre whispered, heart suddenly pounding, “Is a gift. For who, Azriel?”
“The oldest thing immortals know is debt.” Azriel raised his head, black hair, black eyes, black wings, riven in sparks. “It must be repaid.”
He looked like a monster.
He looked like-
“Blood and bounty,” he murmured, half his mouth rising in a crooked, handsome smile, firelight from nowhere glinting off his teeth. Feyre’s mouth was full of bile. “Hunger and horror. They’ve always been sisters.”
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[pericky; a look into ricky's head during their meeting.]
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"I'm glad you came, I wasn't sure you would." The wine pours, the sound of it drowning out the missing word in that sentence: back.
Of course, is the response, and the part of Ricky that's spent twenty years tearing itself apart to understand why vibrates with relief. It doesn't matter anymore. Of course, of course, he thinks giddily along with the words. He never needed to wonder why Pericles wasn't coming back in the first place; he was always going to.
I'm happy you invited me, and of course he thinks again. A lifetime of pretending he wasn't always going to either falls away. However harsh and lonely the world has been, all's right with it again; and the shy voice of the boy inside him that he's tried so hard to kill says, so quietly, I missed you.
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I've been having an existential crisis for the past month and the worst part is that it's the kind of thing that like, you can't sit down and talk to somebody about without feeling awkward. Vaguely, it's a thing where like, the answer you'll usually get is that "it's different for everyone" but I want to understand the other side, too and that answer is so useless. Like whats your reasoning? Explain in 4-5 sentence paragraphs, please. Not in a condescending "I'm right, so why do you think THAT?" way either I mean in like in a, if I hear it maybe I'll understand too! It's a topic with layers and I need someone on the opposite side to sit down with me and peel all of them back. It feels like... there's certain truths to all humans, except I'm human and I don't know them. I feel like I'm operating on an entirely different system and I want to understand the human way and the things that everyone else but me knows and understands on a basic level. To add to that because these truths are universal absolutely no one will sit down and discuss them; they just assume everyone knows and is operating on the same page to not talk about it. So now I, the one wanting to understand, don't even want to talk about it because I know the other person either won't take me seriously or will clam up! Not even worth it.
So anyway I'm trying to focus on old hobbies to take my mind off of it!!!!
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