can i just say that angela lowkey hero worships elliot sometimes and it’s really unhealthy. like she puts her self worth in him. i don’t condone it. but her love map got really fucked after her mom died. her dad was there, of course, but he was lost in his own mourning and death in the family like that just ruins the dynamic. elliot became her sole consistent source of love and affection. he was the solution to her loneliness for a really long time.
and why did he continue to go out of his way to help her?
there’s something different about him. but she’s a little high & a little drunk& her judgment isn’t the best. there’s a stall in the code, apparently. according to whiterose. now all they can do is w a i t. for now, though, she’s just quietly amused as she looks at him. her cheeks warming when she sees his smirk. it makes her swallow as she tries to regain control of her own faculties, breathing in slowly now. it’s less about the smirk & more about the fact that he’s the one smirking. this only happens sometimes, so contradictory to the boy she knows. his ego superimposed to make him more than the young boy that’s scared of everything. & yet she knows this part, too. oddly familiar, in bursts of anger, mistrust, & bitter alienation. & yet she loves him. loves this part. all parts. if only he’d let her.
she wants to know what she’s done wrong so she can fix it.
he gets closer now & she meets his eyes with her own, cheeks darkening in their pinked hue. she stalls. “you really don’t know?” she says with a tinge of hurt forming her words, accusatory alto. the sadness billows over her features. how could he not? there’s an ocean of emotional longing between her & him. like a gulf that she’s not allowed to cross anymore. ( what did i do wrong? why is this happening? )& she’s drowning. a strand of blonde sticks to her bottom glossed tier. she feels foreign in this pant suit, even though it makes her feel like she can kill just about anyone & never feel a thing.
but that’s not her right now. she wants to feel real.
“…after mom died,” comes the soft whisper. & maybe this is a little too real. “you were the only thing that kept me going.” her lips part further, nose prickling with unshed emotion. ( a whispered: i need you behind her words ). her lips stay parted but no words come out.
oh my god. they’re going to erase not only the history of all land property, but whiterose is going to literally hack people. everything is going to be erased so there won’t be any history of power. everything will be reset. it’s going to be a massive reset and there’s some sort of renewal that will change everything. i’m not sure what yet.
the power outages are really important and the broadcast on angela’s tv at the end of the last episode points again at the power outages. there’s more to them than what it seems. the more people are chipped, the more mental energy is produced.
angela, when she’s at the lawyer’s place, flickers the light on purpose. her emotion is power and it’s strong.
elliot, when in the hideout with tyrell, flickers the light when he’s about to get into the elevator because he doesn’t have control over it. the emotion is confusion and it is very strong.
darlene, when walking through the cubicles, also flickers the lights. she’s feeling powerful and in awe, and probably also scared. but it’s a pivotal moment. she’s seeing how much of an effect she’s made and the emotion is strong.
tyrell and elliot also have a moment where tyrell is like “its a good thing they gave us these computers in lieu of the power outages.” either that’s whiterose sending a message through the lights flickering, or whiterose is running some kind of tests behind the scenes that need a lot of power.
regardless of exactly what it is, the “power outages” is really integral.
sam literally never does anything in scenes unless there’s a reason. he wouldn’t have the lights flickering at those moments if it didn’t mean it wasn’t important.
There were so many questions going through his mind right then. Where was Tyrell? Had he been the one who called Angela? How did he even know to call her in the first place? And why did she seem so calm about all of this?
Mouth parched, he didn’t hesitate to take a few sips from the water. “Hurts. What happened?” The answer to that was in part fairly obvious: Tyrell had shot him, had gotten him help (probably from the Dark Army, who had access to underground doctors), then someone had brought him back here. It was Angela’s part in this that he couldn’t figure out. “How did you know?” The last time he’d seen her, she’d been ready to turn herself in. He wanted to believe that she wasn’t doing this as an undercover thing for the FBI, which if she were still didn’t explain how she’d learned that something had happened to him. Had the Dark Army gotten to her first?
“What happened after I left you on the train?”
when he takes the cup, her hand reaches out to push back his hair carefully, her sweet calm smile playing along her familiar pink tiers. “hey, slow your roll, alright. everything’s going to be fine, i promise,” angela assures her friend, smile beaming now. “i’m just happy you’re alive.”
her eyes flicker over his features & she’s just grinning. “it doesn’t matter how i know, elliot. all that matters is that we’re here together.” there’s a little chuckle as she takes the cup back & sets it aside, sighing out. it all made so much sense now. the doors locked. & elliot was the key. he had always been the key. he had always been in her hand. her palm slides against his now.
“something beautiful, elliot,” she sighs out now, her heart hammering. but she visibly recoils now, as if an interior leash is being yanked back. she sits up straight, gaze flickering back & forth as she remembers her place. she has to mind her place. a slow breath inwards. a glance back towards him as she blinks & exhales out. she counts to ten. “you need to eat something.”
