Wings? I don't have wings!

Just… the fact that the first thing they talk to Corvo about is each other. “Have you met my niece Callista? She’s getting more beautiful every year.” “My uncle, Geoff Curnow, still serves as Captain of the City Watch. But he’s a good man, and my only family.” Geoff talks to Campbell about wanting to find Callista. Callista gladly gives up a prized family heirloom, something that likely reminds her of everyone she’s lost, if Geoff is saved. Callista records several audiographs addressed to her uncle, whether he’s alive or not. She is spared during the Loyalists’ betrayal only because Havelock owed Geoff a debt (which is a whole other thing that’s fascinating to me, but not the point). Neither would have survived without the other. Their happy ending is finding each other again.

What always gets to me is Callista explicitly stating her uncle was better to her than her father ever was, which is both heart-warming and tragic at once. The wiki lists their ages as 20s (Callista) and 30s (Geoff), which means there’s a maximum of nineteen years between them, likely quite a bit less. Geoff was a teenager when Callista was born. He spent most of his life working with the Watch, clawing his way up the ranks; officers were almost exclusively picked from nobility, so achieving a captain’s position as a commoner, and a part Serkonan commoner at that, must have taken so much time and effort. But Geoff did all of that, and still managed to be there for Callista enough that she grew up to love him better than she could love her father. We don’t know exactly what that entails, of course, but it gives me the mental image of eighteen-year-old Geoff, just home from his shift and still in uniform, rushing to read a bedtime story to five-year-old Callista because she can’t sleep otherwise, and her parents aren’t there to do it instead.

so I built a little snowman on one of the small tables on this strip. 

after about three minutes of cramming ice together, I hear, “Do you want espresso beans for the eyes?” and I turn around and there’s this gal leaning precariously far out the window of her coffee shop, surrounded by her coworkers, holding out her hand and said espresso beans.

grabbing a blade with your bare hand to stop it

pushing yourself deeper onto a sword

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