Theory: The Clone X was not Cody like some people think or even Fives (I know he's been dead for a very long time but so was Boba Fett and look where we are. Plus, Echo was supposed to be certainly dead too; making him Winter Soldier-esque storyline wouldn't be that surprising) or not even Slick.
((Also, now that we've seen his face devoid of any tattoos or scars I think first two takes are definitely not applicable anymore; they wouldn't put that much effort to make him unrecognizable))
Back to the point: In my opinion, The Clone X was none other than...
Fox.
Now let me explain.
Who else, other than X, was loyal to the law and justice dictated by it over any moral or ethic code?
Fox.
Who else was portrayed with such single-minded focus on hunting down traitors of the government he served, regardless of what it was?
Fox.
Who else could know not only Coruscant so well but also identify Rex like they knew each other?
He already was a remarkably successful tracker of traitors, why not make him more efficient by pointing them out for him?
Good soldiers follow orders, after all.
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I want to acknowledge something. And it’s embarrassing because I know it’s something that you will have noticed. There’s a hole running through the centre of my stomach. You must have all felt a bit awkward because you can probably see it. Even in this light. Mostly people choose not to talk about it. Some people tell me that they’re sorry but that, yes, they can see my hole. “‘What’s that, Alex?’ they say. ‘You appear to have a great big hole running right through the middle of you.’
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I’m holding my entire head together. The skin and the shell of me. I’m falling absolutely inside myself. But you can see that. You can see the — in my —
— Sea Wall, a monologue by Simon Stephens [film version.]
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[ID: reply from @fade-into-dawn saying “Are Keir and Malcolm close?”]
in some ways! they’re very alike, people endlessly said so, and keir always tried to be very like him. he was a good kid, all ser yes ser! he thought the world of his father and his father thought the world of him. but malcolm didn’t say that
keir’s malcolm’s not verbally expressive and he’s not even physically affectionate the way keir is. (you get sort of, like, pats on the back and a firm hand on the shoulder and an arm around his wife, but not a hugger or a hand holder. when keir wordlessly kisses a friend on the cheek as a casual greeting or crushes them into an embrace when he hasn’t seen them in a while, that’s not malcolm at all.) malcolm bottles all that up, circle trauma being what it can sometimes be, making him in some ways more of a true red hawke than keir, who gets significantly bluer talking to people he loves. malcolm didn’t like getting emotional or vulnerable ever, and he didn’t really approve when keir did, even as a kid; he expected him to learn to brush those things off and keep getting up again, because in malcolm’s head he would be exposing himself to danger if he didn’t
it’s hard to exactly call yourself close with someone like that, who doesn’t express affection in more than approving nods and high expectations. especially when they’re a strict authority figure that you put on a massive pedestal, whose approval you want so badly, and who quickly has this idea of you taking up his role of being strong for the family. malcolm liked when keir was tough and independent and handled things himself without coming crying to anyone, because that’s who he thought keir needed to be. so not the kind of closeness where you can share your worries and be comforted
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it will never not cause me to lose my mind that Alicent is the product of her environment to a tee that she actively limits herself to boost the men in her life because she's been taught that that is her role in life and when presented with the fact that she is entrapped, she literally already knows and doesn't want to escape. She finds so much comfort in her internalized misogyny and that's why she can't trust Rhaenyra and her reign over her sons. She literally finds comfort in the abuse she's lived in all her life because she has predictability on her side. Her abuse can hurt her all it wants but she KNOWS it will happen which means she can prepare for it. She knows her expectations and knows what will happen even if she doesn't want it to happen but can't say the same to a potentially women-led environment so she actively puts down Rhaenyra as a result even if its to uplift her firstborn son who is the embodiment of everything she suffered through. Aegon is her reminder and her own personal failure because rather than mold him into something she would've found comfort in, he's more of the same.
Alicent will regrettably always be that little girl forced into marriage at a young age who is scared of the world around her.
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Genuinely I love Julian's route in The Arcana so much. The potential of it, this inherent pull towards someone and you don't understand why -- he's admitted guilt to murder yet you can't help but feel this strange insistence that he's innocent. You don't know how, but your body, mind, & soul are screaming at you that this man that you have never met before is good, he's not what others say he is, he's not what he himself says he is; and then you learn that he doesn't even remember what happened, he just assumes he's the guilty party because he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he was. Why else would he forget unless it was an unbearable guilt he couldn't bear the weight of?
And, on top of it all, he has this same strange familiarity with you. How does he feel when he sees you in the shop and his heart stutters? When suddenly his aimless searching for something feels resolved, when he looks at you and everything feels right? He doesn't know you and yet his body remembers.
The mutual amnesia of people who used to be extremely close. He sees you for what he thinks is the first time ever, but his body is telling him no, we know them, we miss their touch. And you, the apprentice, slowly realizing you're feeling the same things? You immediately trust him because, before you forgot, he was your partner. Your mentor. Somebody you were so incredibly, incredibly close to, but you died and he blamed himself and everything crumpled and he made himself forget so it could never happen again and then --
There you are. And neither of you remember, but at the same time, some part of you does. The muscle memory never left. He touches you so casually, pats your arms and grabs your hand and leads you around the alleys as if it's second nature because it is. He dreams of your face and his torment and of losing you, and doesn't realize that it was real, and that his body itches to hold you because that part of him can't bear to lose you again.
I am obsessed with it. How many little tells are there, really, that the two of you share and hint at it being an old habit from times forgotten? How many little touches used to be daily routines? How many flutters of visions aren't just passing thoughts and wishes, but memories?
You think of how hard it would be to kiss Julian with a plague mask on, and his response is "Imagine trying with two of them," because he wanted to kiss you when you were his apprentice, when you were both desperate and tired and aching and tortured by the plague with only each other's company as a comfort. Maybe that's why you had the thought of kissing him in the first place, too -- but neither of you know why the subject was brought up, neither remember, yet some parts of you do.
Ugh. I love it. And when Julian finally does regain his memories? And he realizes you're real and you're here and you've been here, and he has been able to touch you and hold you this whole time, but now he can truly appreciate it, but he's also horrified with the weight of losing you all over again. Oh my God. It's so good. The potential underlying thoughts and emotions are so good.
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