stratt makes me. so upset. she didn’t want to be seen as a monster, the cruel, calculating dictator with zero regard for morality even though that’s what she had to be. she tried so hard to fight it, in small ways, the boat parties, her song, all the art aboard the Hail Mary and the astronaut’s favorite clothes, pictures, and objects. The Earth beanbag, the stupid science shirts, the projection room and the karaoke machine. all the while she was desperately trying to prove she still cared, she could still be human and love and try to be kind where she could. and then when grace said no, forced her hand, it shattered whatever shred of humanity she had left. now she is undoubtedly the monster, the murderer. his last memories of her should have been kind, if it had gone as planned, it would have been as gentle as possible. but he had to go and ruin it, and now she has no hope of rising from that final, ruthless blow, severing her completely from the humanity she sacrificed everything to save.
