every debrief episode is just shane going “I’m divorcing ryan we’re enemies now” and then proceeds to look at him with warmth and affection the whole time while ryan laughs
Shane in the debriefs: 'ryan 😍 and I are no longer friends 😍🥰 ryan 😍😍😍 is my enemy 🥰😍🥰😍'
HE CAN'T EVEN TURN OFF THE HEART EYES FOR THE BIT! and the way he kicked his foot against ryan's like he was practically Begging him to untie his shoes. he's been right next to him the whole time but he misses him so bad.
Somebody's gotta tell Shane Madej that science isn't just establishing what is known. Yeah obviously the pseudoscience of guesswork when it comes to ghosts gets ridiculous and borderline kooky at times but a good skeptic doesn't argue in suppositions that if something has not been seen, means it doesn't exist. In that case, the entire trajectory of biological exploration would be a useless field.
I have argued in the past that their* perspectives on ghosts or spirits is too steeped in the foundation of Biblical myth so we often hit a stopgap when it comes to what we're perceiving as the supernatural and what could eventually be studied within the school of quantum consciousness wherein our lifespans and memories of others could exist beyond matter which we have the capability to perceive with the eyes we evolved with.
I just think that Shane shouldn't sell science so short. And Ryan, well, sometimes it also wouldn't hurt to explore the idea that the lore we "know" about ghosts cannot fully be interacted with if we're assuming that a whole history of conmen and charlatans are the experts. Sometimes it doesn't hurt to start fresh and speculate on just what a ghost is supposed to be if we don't imagine the tenets of Christianity are, well, fact.
“I’ll answer to the best of my ability.” Arya confirmed with a short nod. She couldn’t help the sly creep up at the corner of her lips with the dry addition of, “Though, to be honest, recent events have shown me that I am…rather bad, at answering questions.”
The silence was distinctly uncomfortable for the gathered lords.
Däthedr’s eyes flared wide a handful of seconds after Arya’s comment, quickly hidden again behind the cool, controlling mask of his station. Islanzadí, though, openly pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed softly.
“Was that a torture joke, Major?” Her voice dripped with tired exasperation, both unsurprised by the equivoque and yet completely unprepared for the unfathomable depths of her daughter’s apparent lack of taste.
Arya smiled, wolfish and eyes gleaming. “Yes, ma’am.”
Islanzadí did not raise her gaze, eyes still shut and imperceptibly massaging the headache she was sure was going to form before this was over. “Please refrain from such things. I remind you, this is an official debriefing.”
“Again, I can only do so to the best of my ability.”