(I must have skipped over that as not relevant to my interests at the time; little did I realize.)
This show has a way of welding itself to a person's interests. Statistically there must have been indifferent viewers, but my father who got me into this show is still rabid about it three decades later. I mentioned your current location to him and he commented with tactful understatement, "The fifth season is rough."
Oh NO. Honestly I can't even imagine the gut punch that watching this completely unspoiled would have been.
Just imagine a comic panel reading BLAMMO and one of those little spirals of cinderized dust drifting up afterward.
(I actually have a very distinct memory of its images seen for the first time on my family's television, especially for whatever reason that terribly small figure of Londo crossing the empty, tolling courtyard to his inauguration alone—the isolationist symbol the Drakh require of him, but would it have been better to endure the presence of witnesses? It isn't a celebration, the last bars of his future closing around him. There's already no way out, but he still has to walk to meet it and he does, all the memories of his life fresh in his mind. There's still so much of him in there. There'll be enough at the end, but he doesn't know it.)
The terror and pain that's visible in him throughout that scene, which G'Kar can't understand, but clearly he recognizes at least some of it anyway.
Yes. He knows Londo too well not to guess something, no matter how carefully Londo is trying not to endanger him with the knowledge. One of the reasons I believe in your future fic is that I cannot actually imagine G'Kar going fifteen years without figuring out what was up, since he clearly comprehends that something is.
And the depth of emotion in that final conversation, G'Kar's forgiveness, the Centauri arm clasp, the way they hold each other's gaze for a last long moment and you can see Londo visibly having to tear himself away.
So much yes. There's too much to say for a last time and they manage to say all of the important things. And I love that it is specifically the Centauri arm-clasp which Londo reaches for and G'Kar returns without a false start or a second thought, as if he'd been making the gesture all his life. In synch, still.
(He died on his feet, doing something noble and brave, but not futile.)
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This show has a way of welding itself to a person's interests. Statistically there must have been indifferent viewers, but my father who got me into this show is still rabid about it three decades later. I mentioned your current location to him and he commented with tactful understatement, "The fifth season is rough."
Oh NO. Honestly I can't even imagine the gut punch that watching this completely unspoiled would have been.
Just imagine a comic panel reading BLAMMO and one of those little spirals of cinderized dust drifting up afterward.
(I actually have a very distinct memory of its images seen for the first time on my family's television, especially for whatever reason that terribly small figure of Londo crossing the empty, tolling courtyard to his inauguration alone—the isolationist symbol the Drakh require of him, but would it have been better to endure the presence of witnesses? It isn't a celebration, the last bars of his future closing around him. There's already no way out, but he still has to walk to meet it and he does, all the memories of his life fresh in his mind. There's still so much of him in there. There'll be enough at the end, but he doesn't know it.)
The terror and pain that's visible in him throughout that scene, which G'Kar can't understand, but clearly he recognizes at least some of it anyway.
Yes. He knows Londo too well not to guess something, no matter how carefully Londo is trying not to endanger him with the knowledge. One of the reasons I believe in your future fic is that I cannot actually imagine G'Kar going fifteen years without figuring out what was up, since he clearly comprehends that something is.
And the depth of emotion in that final conversation, G'Kar's forgiveness, the Centauri arm clasp, the way they hold each other's gaze for a last long moment and you can see Londo visibly having to tear himself away.
So much yes. There's too much to say for a last time and they manage to say all of the important things. And I love that it is specifically the Centauri arm-clasp which Londo reaches for and G'Kar returns without a false start or a second thought, as if he'd been making the gesture all his life. In synch, still.
(He died on his feet, doing something noble and brave, but not futile.)
(He did.)
*hugs*