#verge

pov you're being held captive by your alcoholic neighbor in the local secret military base, but your current situationship happens to be a badass alien with a plasma gun whose love language is acts of service.

I don't think people talk about the appeal to the universe Verge made in "Big Day". They were staring cataclysm in the face, renounced the gods of their people as dead and begged for help anyways, from wherever it has to come from. Verge has lived in a state of perpetual spite for most of their life, spite for people, nature, culture, all things that seemed to oppose their well-being. But they went to earth, and found people, and culture, and nature that did not stand against them, but with them. And they were on the same brink that had forced them in that life of perpetual spite. It makes me wonder sometimes, did the people on vapus before the cataclysm know what was happening early enough to pray? To ask anyone for help? Did it happen too quickly for them to even think to do so? The vapians that we've heard of had seemed to cast off their superstitious past, but how many do you think would have stopped and tried to find deliverance or comfort in those last moments before their world was subsumed? Regardless of the outcome, I think its interesting that verge had the chance to ask for help, in spite of all logic or predetermined understanding, because all else had failed. How many vapian prayers unspoken were answered in that moment in the glade of wishes? Vapus vella.