Why doesn’t Feyre think like a hunter? Obviously it comes down to very poor writing and a lack of character… but take this particular instance.
There’s a scene where a wingless Summer Court faerie is bleeding to death. I vividly remember the way she described how he screamed “was a cry of an animal Feyre didn’t cleanly kill.”
Why didn’t she offer mercy and kill him quickly? I just think it would be interesting, especially because Tamlin says in the earlier book, “I kill enough as it is.” We know that he doesn’t enjoy it… and I think it would be interesting to say that killing the suffering faerie quickly would be merciful.
Then it would develop a stronger theme around death. In ACOTAR there’s a repeated idea of, “not dying alone”. A sweet thought. Not very consistent though when we explore war in the third book. Where soldiers die slowly, die alone, or have no body left behind…
I also think it’s too flowery of an idea from a girl who grew up in poverty. A girl who lived in a poor town where people were dying left and right slowly or otherwise…like from disease, starvation, ect ect.
Also no one is allowed to choose how, when, or where they die. 🧍 Think of all the sentinels Tamlin sent over the wall, for them to die in a forest, and most likely be skinned.
I wish Feyre had the idea of “Memento Mori”. (Remember you must die. It’s even used in the Crescent City Trilogy..) And then Rhysand would also reflect this idea. He is already shown to kill many people quickly as a mercy. Clare Beddor and that one Summer Court faerie UTM.
Then Feyre recognizes it as a mercy kill.
She thinks it’s odd. I believe she would initially think of Rhysand like a cat who plays with his food first. Him exhibiting similar patterns of violence as Amarantha. Or so she thought.
Animals do not give out merciful killings.
“What game are you playing at?” She would ask him.
“A very long and tiresome game, Feyre.” Rhysand throws back a goblet of wine. “One where everyone is easily expendable, much like you.”
Feyre narrowed her eyes. “Faerie cunt. Give me straight answer.” Rhysand smiled.
I also wish she was more bold. Less polite because she long lost her care for being classy. I also think if we lean into the “love” theme of Feyre and she was more of a hunter…. Feyre just wouldn’t think of it.
“Tamlin’s a nice man. Food’s good.”
“Food’s good. So, if I were to offer you food, would you be my Champion instead?”
“Food, clothes, roof, bed, an’ bath,” Feyre corrected. “Loyalty with price. No, you don’t give clothes. This is not cloth or fur or leathers.” She gestured to the sheer thing wrapped around her. If it were any colder under this rock, Feyre thought she’d get frostbite. “It’s a joke. I am a joke to you an’ those folks.”
I also head cannon Feyre with a thick accent of a sort. And very loose on her grammar. Like— very. Maybe Feyre picked up from Nesta and Elain but she spends most of her time alone and in the town doing trades sooo….