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Oct. 28th, 2014 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sidewaysSo many of Wash’s problems come down to him being a great big melodramatic nerd who keeps casting himself as a main character in the wrong genre of story.
He assumed Project Freelancer was a heroic drama, starring the good guys as steadfast soldiers throwing themselves on the experimental grenade because humanity was dying and extreme times called for extreme measures – but the Director was corrupt and ruthless, the Project had little to do with the war, and their sacrifices contributed nothing in the end.
So he became an anti-hero instead, reshaped by The Black Pit Of Betrayal into a patient predator holding dark secrets close and biding his time in his enemy’s shadow until he could hit them brutally hard from within – but consequences were already catching up to the Director, and the legal system had no tolerance for some rogue playing around with action movie tactics.
So he tried damn hard to become the villain, figuring the wrong people always seemed to come out on top and a self-serving attitude would at least serve his self – but his nominated enemies treated him more as someone in dire need of a nap and a juice-box than an irredeemable antagonist, and wrapped it up by dusting him off and taking him home.
I have to figure that around this point he gives up the worst of it, throwing his hands in the air in the grand gesture of fuck it and accepting that there’s no such thing as a universal plot-line – there’s just things that happen and the ways you deal with them, and the best anyone can do is strive to keep the balance between intention and fact.
It never does stop him from casting long, brooding stares at minor inconveniences and internally narrating the way a spilled cup of coffee relates to the hardships of his life though.
He assumed Project Freelancer was a heroic drama, starring the good guys as steadfast soldiers throwing themselves on the experimental grenade because humanity was dying and extreme times called for extreme measures – but the Director was corrupt and ruthless, the Project had little to do with the war, and their sacrifices contributed nothing in the end.
So he became an anti-hero instead, reshaped by The Black Pit Of Betrayal into a patient predator holding dark secrets close and biding his time in his enemy’s shadow until he could hit them brutally hard from within – but consequences were already catching up to the Director, and the legal system had no tolerance for some rogue playing around with action movie tactics.
So he tried damn hard to become the villain, figuring the wrong people always seemed to come out on top and a self-serving attitude would at least serve his self – but his nominated enemies treated him more as someone in dire need of a nap and a juice-box than an irredeemable antagonist, and wrapped it up by dusting him off and taking him home.
I have to figure that around this point he gives up the worst of it, throwing his hands in the air in the grand gesture of fuck it and accepting that there’s no such thing as a universal plot-line – there’s just things that happen and the ways you deal with them, and the best anyone can do is strive to keep the balance between intention and fact.
It never does stop him from casting long, brooding stares at minor inconveniences and internally narrating the way a spilled cup of coffee relates to the hardships of his life though.
