October 27, 2013
Greetings!
Gah! What a week in
television. Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D got
interesting, Sons of Anarchy kicked
several plots up a notch, Arrow
continues to WOW me, Haven had a kick
ass episode and Walking Dead still
amazes and creeps me out all at the same time. J I already miss Strike Back, but hopefully a new season will be announced, if it
hasn't been already.
Shifting gears,
tonight's post if from Questionable Vision, which oddly ties into the game
changing theme of my TV shows this week. Park goes through an experience that
has him questioning everything he believes.
Here's the tagline:
Park Danielson doesn't want to fight anymore. Stuck in a
warzone, he has one burning question: Why bother sticking around? Darby Young
has the answer: He's not allowed to leave.
Here's the sneaky peek…
Park Danielson drifted in space, ensconced
in the eject seat from the cockpit of his plane. His vision filled with nothing
but a raging battle, silent explosions, and bursts of light—quite a show,
watching the death dance unfold and it begged a single question in Park's mind.
What was it all for? At one time, he
thought he knew… but the events of the past few days were proving him wrong. Or
maybe he'd just been living a lie and could only now face the fact. His list of
regrets had been safely stored away since the day of the attacks, but they
occupied space in the forefront of his mind now.
Not like he hadn't added a
few mistakes recently—he had—but he'd looked at the end of the world as
something of a clean slate. A way to hold on to the basic principals of duty,
honor, and leadership, forging ahead, while leaving behind things like regrets,
recriminations, and failures.
Witnessing the wanton
destruction going on around him made Park realize he couldn't completely excuse
himself from anything. He could shove it all to a dark corner and ignore it,
but nothing ever went away. It wasn't how things worked.
With each new flash of
battle, an internal war raged within him. As the violence escalated in every
direction he could see, Park couldn't hold back the feeling of despair that had
been eating at him for days. The disappointment and dissatisfaction closed in
on him as he drifted silently in the vast nothingness of space.
Why?
The word echoed in his
mind, drowning everything else out. Why were they fighting? Why was it okay to
assassinate a military officer… on anyone? Why did he agree to follow the order
to do so? And why did he think, for however brief a period, that he could make
a difference after the attacks? That he could walk away from his old life and
begin anew?
He couldn't.
He couldn't change the mind
of his father or the president. Hadn't even tried, really. And he agreed to
follow orders because Darby asked and trusted him to have her back. Neither duty
nor honor motivated him into saying yes. Loyalty did. Loyalty to Darby made him
agree to do something not only illegal, but morally wrong. He couldn't claim to
have never done anything that skirted the moral boundary… God, he had. But it
left him with the sad knowledge that they truly fought for…
Nothing.
Park couldn't face it
anymore… a future of never ending battles with the enemy while humanity slowly
destroyed itself. Wouldn't it be better to let it all end? When he discovered
the tear in his flight suit, the answer suddenly seemed very simple.
Stop fighting. Let go. Concede the battle.
He would die with regrets,
about Darby, his father, every past mistake… but he wouldn't regret dying. The
feeling of drowning in the macabre spectacle raging around him would soon fade
and he'd finally find peace. Quiet for his soul. A place to rest.
Park let everything go as
he breathed his last breath… drifting toward that imagined haven. In his last
moment, with the last beat of his heart, he truly accepted his readiness. When
fate intervened and brought him back, the shock turned into something deeply
profound.
And he couldn't seem to
come to grips with being alive. He felt all wrong—out of place and off kilter.
And he didn't want to be there.
When Darby said they should
just be glad they both came back alive… he told her the truth.
"That's just it, Darby.
I didn't want to make it back alive."
~:~
Darby stopped breathing for a
moment. "What do you mean… you didn't want to come back?" She
couldn't have heard his words right.
The very concept of Park opting
out hit her hard. They had so much left to do. So much left to explore. But
first, they had to get the hell out of their own way.
Something neither she nor Park
had been able to do. Yet. They always seemed to end up on opposite ends of the
spectrum and had to build bridges to meet in the middle. If Park stopped
meeting her halfway, her world might just crumble.
His gaze slid sideways. "It
means what you think it does." He moved his eyes straight ahead again… to
stare at the top of the bunk.
Darby got up. She needed to move,
to think, to digest. "Wow." She paced back and forth. "I have no
idea what to say to that." Her head couldn't process the idea of Park
Danielson not being in her life anymore. By choice.
She whirled around.
"Actually, I do. What. The hell. Park?" She paced again. "You're
serious, aren't you?" She shook with reaction. Wanted to shake him for
causing it.
God damn.
So, Park throws
Darby for a loop and she doesn't like it one damn bit. :D
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flip.
ML Skye
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