#aglaya pathologic

‏"الحبُّ في زمنِ الحربِ خطيئة… لكنني أحببتُكِ كأنني أتمرّدُ على العالم." ❣️

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Their relationship never settles into one clean category.. It’s intimate, but not soft.. Personal, but never easy..Ideological, but never detached.. Everything between them is tension, and that’s exactly why it feels so real..Nothing is resolved. Nothing is simple. It just exists, strong and unfinished.

They’re both outsiders, but in opposite directions. Artemy belongs to the town by blood, tradition, inheritance. He’s bound to it in every way that matters, and yet he never fully fits. He follows instinct, his own moral logic, and that puts him at odds with almost everyone. He’s part of the town and alien to it at the same time. Aglaya, meanwhile, comes from outside entirely. She’s backed by the capital, armed with language and analysis, observing the town rather than living inside it. She doesn’t share its myths, its history, or its pain. In that sense, neither of them truly belongs. And the game practically frames that sort of distance as the thing that draws them together.

What connects them isn’t romance in the obvious sense..It’s recognition. Artemy sees that Aglaya isn’t just authority or cold rationality. She notices things. She questions assumptions. She thinks critically in ways most people in the town refuse to. Aglaya sees that Artemy isn’t just a local heir or a mystic figure. He’s thoughtful, capable, morally serious, and deeply human in a way both the town and the capital keep overlooking. There’s respect there, and it’s mutual. That respect is the foundation of everything between them.

They see the world differently.. Artemy experiences the town as something living and contradictory, something that can’t be reduced to rules. Aglaya tries to understand it, structure it, impose meaning and control. There’s intimacy in that exchange. Not tenderness, exactly, but attention. Listening. Seeing. Aglaya treats Artemy as more than superstition or tradition. Artemy treats Aglaya as more than authority. That’s where the vulnerability lives, buried under duty, logic, restraint, and an almost painful amount of self control.

Of course, neither of them is particularly good at expressing any of this. Artemy hides emotion in action and responsibility. Aglaya hides it in language and reason. So whatever exists between them stays contained. Close, but never crossed. Respect never quite becomes comfort. Recognition never quite becomes confession….

And distance is inevitable. Artemy is bound to the town. Aglaya is bound to the capital. Even when they seem aligned, they’re being pulled in opposite directions. Their relationship isn’t about resolution. It’s about coexistence. Two truths standing side by side, never fully merging.

That’s what makes it haunting and raw..and real. It isn’t just romance. It isn’t just ideology. It lives in the space between. They’re drawn to each other, but never fully meet. They understand each other, but not completely.

Grab a tissue.

Aglaya’s self awareness is key here. As a kind of human simulacrum, she understands her role within the town and within the larger narrative of the plague. She knows her actions matter, but she also knows they’re constrained by forces far bigger than her. That awareness shapes everything she does, including her attempt to leave and her eventual death.

When she tries to escape, it isn’t impulsive or naive. She knows the risks. She knows the inevitability built into her existence. Artemy sees this. He understands the logic and courage behind her choices, even if he can’t save her. Her death is both literal and symbolic, highlighting the impossible tension between her autonomy and the role she’s trapped in.

And that’s what makes their bond so devastatingly beautiful to me. Artemy recognizes her intelligence, her moral seriousness, her clarity about the impossible situation she inhabits. But he can’t bridge the gap. He can’t change the story she’s written into.

Thank you!! I’m really glad I could share my thoughts and maybe shed a bit of light on it for some of you!!

But before I get to my main point, I want to really dig into her character and lay out a few things first. So bear with me, this is going to be mostly an Aglaya deep dive before I circle back to what I actually want to say. (Thanks for that one person from 3 years ago that opened my eyes to gold)

To begin, It’s not a typical romance , and I think that’s important. What Aglaya feels isn’t soft or dreamy, it’s heavy, complicated, and tangled up in ideology and fate. And honestly, I don’t think it’s fair to reduce her to some cold or malicious figure either. She isn’t cruel for cruelty’s sake. She’s exhausted. She’s hyper, aware. She knows exactly how the machine works because she’s been inside it her entire life.

Aglaya was never given the luxury of ignorance. As an Inquisitor, she was taken young and shaped into what the Powers That Be needed her to be. Her agency wasn’t gently eroded, it was stripped. She was taught, over and over, that resistance is pointless. That roles are assigned. That people are pieces. That her own wants don’t matter. So when she looks at others going about their lives pretending they’re free, pretending they aren’t being maneuvered, how is she supposed to react and feel…..Part of her resents that blindness.. not because she hates them, but because she never had the option to look away. She was forced to see. And once you see, you can’t unsee it.

That’s why she psychoanalyzes people the way she does. It’s her job, yes, but you can say it’s also survival. If she stops dissecting, and simply stops proving her usefulness, she becomes disposable. Replaceable. And she knows better than anyone that replacements are easy. But I also think there’s something else there, she presents people with the truth as she understands it. She doesn’t force them to break, she shows them the weight of reality and lets them decide what to do with it. When someone buckles, that isn’t her goal. If anything, I think she’s always been waiting for the opposite reaction. Waiting for someone who can look at the same crushing truth she’s been burdened with and not collapse.

And then there’s Artemy. (KABOOM)

He knows how hopeless it is. He knows the plague is nearly impossible to stop. He knows the Town is rotten and doomed in a hundred different ways. And he fights anyway. He stays anyway. He chooses anyway. Not because he’s ignorant, but because he understands the weight and refuses to be flattened by it. He doesn’t deny reality. He shoulders it and moves forward regardless. He defines himself through action even when the outcome is uncertain or tragic.

AND For someone like Aglaya ,someone who has been taught since childhood that her actions are meaningless outside of the role assigned to her, that must feel like a revelation. If Artemy can stare directly at the same oppressive structure and still carve out his own meaning, then maybe meaning isn’t entirely dictated from above. Maybe fate isn’t airtight. Maybe the board can be overturned.

That’s part of why she asks him to run away with her. It’s not just romantic impulse. ITS NOT RUSHED, ITS NOT OUT OF NOWHERE, PEOPLE ALWAYS MISINTERPRET IT. ITS DESPERATION. It’s hope. Being with him feels like the only conceivable way she could step outside her assigned function. She knows the Inquisitors will never truly let her go. She knows resistance usually ends in death and replacement. But Artemy represents something she’s never seen before,someone who carries the truth of the world and still pushes back. If anyone could “cheat” the inevitability she’s been taught to accept, it would be him.

And that’s also why her love is laced with denial and self-loathing. She doesn’t believe she’s allowed to want something like that. Love, for her, is dangerous. It tempts her to step outside the narrow corridor she’s been forced to walk her entire life. It threatens to make her useless in the eyes of the system…and useless means disposable. So she tries to intellectualize it, contain it, treat it like another ideological puzzle. But it isn’t. It’s hope. And hope is the most destabilizing thing she could possibly feel.

That’s why I don’t think she’s in love with the player. She’s not reaching for some abstract agency outside the world. She’s reaching for the one person inside it who proves that the truth she was raised on might not be absolute. Artemy doesn’t blind himself to reality, he confronts it and still chooses to act. For someone who’s been told her whole life that choice is an illusion, and well that kind of defiance isn’t just attractive. It’s transformative.