A Hero's Judgement, Pt. 1
"Thank you for your help."
Kara can't help the bluntness of her tone. There's no emotion in her chest as she looks at Lena, taking in the anxious twist of her friend's fingers.
"Of course," Lena says softly. She looks as if she has more to say-- another apology, no doubt-- but whatever it is remains locked inside her.
Gazing at the woman who had once been her closest friend, Kara's jaw clenches. She knows what Lena hopes for-- forgiveness. She hopes that Kara's kindness will prevail.
Anger sparks low in Kara's belly.
"You abused my trust, for weeks," she says finally.
Lena nods again. "I know," she returns weakly.
"You manipulated me," Kara continues. "I broke the law for you. I... you trapped me in kryptonite, Lena. You weaponized the last piece of my home against me!"
Slim shoulders curl inwards with each evil Kara lists. Her chin dips, hiding her shame behind a curtain of hair. She doesn't deny a single accusation, but not even that can abate Kara's hurt.
"I don't know if I can forgive that."
As she watches, Kara sees Lena stiffen for a fraction of a second, a glimmer of tears sparkling in her eyes before the walls come down.
Lena's chin lifts once more, accepting her fate with a single bob of her head.
"I understand."
With a thick, audible swallow, Lena crosses past Kara to return to the computer terminal she'd used to facilitate Kara's path through the VR world of Obsidian.
"I'm going to ensure that those who have logged off haven't suffered any ill effects," Lena intones evenly. "You're welcome to stay, but I'm sure you have other things to do."
"I do."
Despite herself, Kara wishes Lena would turn to glance at her one more time. Lena doesn't hear her thoughts, and simply nods at her computer screen.
"I'll alert your team if Leviathan takes any further action."
"Good."
Lingering for a final moment, Kara absorbs the sight of Lena, her fingers tapping rhythmically against her keyboard, her long hair reflecting the flourescent lights overhead. She's achingly beautiful, even now.
Before she can say anything she'll regret, Kara gives a final unseen nod, and speeds from the room. Still, she can't help but hear Lena's voice issue faintly behind her.
"Goodbye, Kara."
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Friendly reminder that Francesco Coppino and Prospero di Camulio, contemporaries who were literally getting their information from predominantly Yorkist circles, were both explicitly clear that it was Henry VI who decided to surrender Berwick to Scotland.
Camulio: "King Henry has given away a castle [town] called Berwick, which is one of the keys of the frontier between England and Scotland."
Coppino: "[Scotland has] received from the same Henry the town of Berwick, on the frontiers of Scotland, which the Scots have long claimed as their right from the English, as the excellently well furnished guardian of their frontiers, and the place to which King Henry repaired as an asylum after the battle."
The idea that Margaret of Anjou was principally involved in the surrender, or that she was the one who actually made the decision, is based on nothing but assumption. Two direct contemporaries, both speaking of ongoing events as they unfolded, who were both getting information from Yorkist-held England, both clearly believed it was Henry who was responsible for this course of action. Neither of them mention Margaret. Sure, you can argue that it was merely rhetorical, and that they were simply automatically attributing such an important decision to the King rather than the queen - but rhetoric is nonetheless extremely important and helps us understand how historical figures were perceived at the time. Margaret's enemies would surely not have hesitated to broadcast her involvement had it actually been true, and Coppino in particular had shown no qualms about criticizing her in favor of the Yorkists before. If she was genuinely believed to have been responsible, and if the Yorkists were actually claiming that she was at the time, I see no reason why Coppino or Camulio would not have emphasized her role in their letters. What these samples instead indicate is literally the opposite: that their contemporaries - probably including the Yorkists who were putting out the information that Coppino and Camulio reported - actually believed that Henry was the one making the decision. I think it's a very large and very unnecessary stretch to go against actual evidence and claim otherwise by placing the responsibility on Margaret instead.
Additionally, these small samples may also reveal what people at the time - once again including the Yorkists - actually thought of Henry's role in the war on a broader level, away from direct Yorkist propaganda which would obviously and perhaps understandably seek to de-emphasize it: namely, that Henry was perceived as the one making decisions and deciding the courses of action for his own side.
Source: Excerpts from the Calendar of State Papers and Manuscripts, Existing in the Archives and Collections of Milan
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Double Edged Dagger of Beauty
Dear fics that explore how Edward grew up always being hot shit (either physically being an attractive person, mentally with how good of a pirate he was, or having achieved so much at a certain age), and how insecure he is as he ages and loses what makes him 'special', I love you.
I think this is due to being raised as a woman, but so much of my life has been waiting to be enough. Hot enough for a partner, smart enough to be respected or strong enough to be worthy of someone's time. To not being seen as weak... But it's years later that I'm just starting to realize that I will never be enough if I keep waiting on someone to tell me I'm enough, you know?
Usually, these themes are explored in a mid-life crisis way, but I recently read a fic where Ed contemplates if he only earned respect/love from his crew/Izzy thanks to being an attractive person. That his worth is only tied to what he is as a shell. On the outside. Tying it back to canon by pointing out how as soon as Edward stopped being Blackbeard, he was alone, and Stede had to be the friendly face in his life, not his first mate or old crew.
Then he contemplates what his life would be like if he was nothing special, would he even still be alive? Would he have lasted 20+ years? This is all during a mental spiral, where he feels unconnected to his body. I don't know, but it hit really close to home.
I'd love to hear y'alls thoughts on this, start a whole conversation...Especially those who spend more time in Ed spaces than I do.
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