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SHES SO CUTE I LUV HER I decided that I should draw her so I drew her :D

Thatcher’s letter to Ruth. Gosh I could go on for days about how this scene emotionally steamrolled me.

There’s something so…almost childlike, about writing a letter to someone who’s passed like they’re still alive. And the fact that Thatcher, the closest thing we’ve had to a hero, is still in emotional shambles YEARS after his encounter with that Goliath alternate…it hammers in just how invincible The Unspeakable’s forces are becoming.

But the grief of it.

Like I’m just picturing Thatcher sitting at his desk. Reports of more deaths and disappearances everywhere. Whole place is a mess. All these distorted faces on the screen, but he doesn’t even need to look anymore. He opens up this old, weathered notebook with pages full of hardly readable letters. He starts writing again, while the TV plays in the background, an old black and white movie. The only colors he seems to see anymore.

And he just feels that lump in his throat that seems to have become part of him, but just keeps on writing. He’s replaying that moment he lost her again and again. How maybe if he’d been just a little faster, a little braver, a little better, he wouldn’t be all alone.

They’d still be watching movies together, and listening to old cassettes. Maybe making fun of each other and laughing, maybe. The world would still be ending, but he wouldn’t have to face it alone.

But that’s not what happened, is it?

Tears fall onto the page, starting with one or two, and then so many that it’s rendered completely illegible, and he just looks over and sees that face in the closet…probably can’t remember what the real Ruth looked like anymore.

And he just falls apart, letting his head drop onto the book as he just sobs. Eyes probably hurting too much to even open from how often this happens. Just lays there, letting the pain spill out of him until he’s once again just this empty shell of bitterness and incurable anger.

And you know what? He’ll have to find out about Dave. His final friend. Gone. And then there will be letters to Dave in that notebook too.

I have hope that perhaps Thatcher will take what Dave said in that call to heart…but this is not a series that treats hope kindly. So I unfortunately still anticipate the worst.

My favorite PTSD-ridden cop

Couldn’t stop thinking about how he would have reacted to what happened to Dave (see image 3) and him just…thinking about Ruth. (The other really wet cat-looking one.) Also a little sketchy smile at the end because that is literally the only thing he deserves and yet does not get

I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I WILL STOP POSTING ABOUT THIS MAN NOW.

…alright no, I make no promises.

Sorry, I suppose lol