I think the reason I’m so obsessed with the Shauna/Natalie dynamic in s3 is because, in a subtle -- and yet impossible to ignore -- way, the burdens they carry are rooted in the same place: self-hatred. Natalie is disgusted with herself. She hates that she traded her values for a piece of meat. Even before the plane crash, Natalie had this habit of just accepting her fate -- the burnout, the girl who belongs to anyone, disposable. In the wilderness, she gives up even more. And no matter how hard she tries to deny it, she’s just like the rest of them. Shauna carries the grief of an entire world on her shoulders. Alone -- even when Jackie was still alive -- she learned to navigate the vast sea of lies and denial she calls a life. Quietly, subtly, so no one notices, she finds ways to punish herself and keep herself in check. But she hates herself for it. They get each other in the deepest, scariest, most fragile and most painful way -- and I think that’s beautiful. Fucked up. But beautiful.
