Everything is going to plan up until the precise moment it starts to fall apart.
All too late / all too late.
Silas and Jay spend a night in civilization.
Diarmuid and the mute make a bed in the wilderness.
The world hasn't ended, and Raleigh's pretty sure he's glad. That doesn't mean he's happy about the PPDC wanting them back.
No inch of his bared skin is a revelation to Tang Fan, but stripping before him still feels like an unveiling, marital. A deification of the profane.
His secrets were collateral. They were a contract, a promise that he would not go back on his word. Her flesh, his soul: when she knew things that not even the King knew, things that could ruin him, they became equal.
Meta on the flogging scene from 1x04.
May tries not to think about everything Jasmine does for her.
It was her own damn poor luck to be in love with both of them. (The three work a job, deny their feelings, and get kidnapped. In that order.)