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Spoke is officially losing the whole of his sanity, Wemmbu's losing everything meaningful to him, Parrot's losing his beloved morals, Flame is losing himself or who we thought he was.

Mapicc is no longer Spoke's enthusiastic yes-man, Eggchan may just have been captured for good this time, Theo's loyalty is slowly but surely being tested, and Lomedy's just gone.

And it feels like UU's finally approaching the peak of its overarching plot.

From the first season/part of UU, the protagonists were always featured in each other's POVs. However, as the series progressed, each POV began to feel more disconnected as each protagonist followed their own stories—their own arcs, and they only occassionally popped in each other's POV.

Then, The Law Arc came and they all came together in The Avengers-like fashion. A beautiful, happy fight like in all optimistic cartoons showing that teamwork makes the dream work.

"An angel makes itself look scary to ward off evil. A demon makes itself look beautiful to deceive humans."

This quote being reflected in the fandom's designs of them is just. Amazing. Their duo is so cartoonish and comedic(?)

Long-haired, royally-clothed, and princely-looking Wemmbu with his eldritch-looking horror of a friend. The dichotomy's just beautiful.

Definitely not happening, but it'd be cool to think about a Spoke that the viewer can no longer read the mind of.

The idea of Eggchan being an immortal being who collects the myriad of information and stories he's collected throughout his infinite lifetime. And Wemmbu being part of only a fraction of his life as Wemmbu's a mortal, yet this fraction of time being the most memorable and impactful.

A period of his life he'll cherish forever, and perhaps even giving his documentations of his time with Wemmbu a dedicated separate book.

And in this book is written to every detail of every second of Wemmbu's actions. Because although Eggchan is allseeing, he has horrible short-term memory and has forgotten the times he's had with his previous companions and vows to never allow it to happen again. That is how he has developed the habit of journaling everything down—to immortalize such memories.

Maybe Eggchan's immorality was a curse, maybe a thing of his species, maybe he wasn't always an angel/seraphim—no one knows, actually.

Wemmbu realizes this: Eggchan knows too much of Wemmbu; Wemmbu knows too little of Eggchan.

But, maybe, it's better it stays that way.