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BLACK SAILS Episode IX

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“[...] and the thing that’s most striking to me, back to the conversation with Silver, is that what he said to Thomas -about “you” being a good man and someone should defend that- uhm...that’s what he needed from Silver and he didn’t get it. Silver said the exact opposite. Basically, Silver said “I don’t care if you’re a good man. I don’t care if you’re a good man, you’re going to meet my material needs, but not- nothing about righteousness, nothing about spiritual goodness, about morality. [...] This was the moment where Flint was laid bare.” (Daphne Olive, Fathoms Deep ep.13)

— atticuspoetry

But the closer we got to Savannah, his resistance began to diminish. I couldn't say why. I wasn't expecting it. Perhaps he'd finally reached the limits of his physical ability to fight. Or perhaps as the promise of seeing Thomas got closer... he grew more comfortable letting go of this man he created in response to his loss. The man whose mind I had come to know so well... whose mind I'd in some ways incorporated into my own. It was a strange experience to see something from it... so unexpected. I choose to believe it... because it wasn't the man I had come to know at all... but one who existed beforehand... waking from a long... and terrible nightmare. Reorienting to the daylight... and the world as it existed before he first closed his eyes... letting the memory of the nightmare fade away.

They paint the world full of shadows  ...  and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgments. Because in the darkness, there be dragons. But it isn't true. We can prove that it isn't true. In the dark, there is discovery, there is possibility. There is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated it.

what kind of man?

AND THEN, THEY CALLED ME THE MONSTER.