In my Zeus bag today so I'm just gonna put it out there that exactly none of the great Ancient Greek warrior-heroes stayed loyal and faithful and completely monogamous and yet none of them have their greatness questioned nor do we question why they had the cultural prominence that they did and still do.
Jason, the brilliant leader of the Argo, got cold feet when it came to Medea - already put off by some of her magic and then exiled from his birthland because of her political ploys, he took Creusa to bed and fully intended on marrying her despite not properly dissolving things with Medea.
Theseus was a fierce warrior and an incredibly talented king but he had a horrible temper and was almost fatally weak to women. This is the man who got imprisoned in the Underworld for trying to get a friend laid, the man who started the whole Attic War because he couldn't keep his legs closed.
And we cannot at all forget Heracles for whom a not inconsiderable amount of his joy in life was loving people then losing the people around him that he loved. Wives, children, serving boys, mentors, Heracles had a list of lovers - male and female - long enough to rival some gods and even after completing his labours and coming down to the end of his life, he did not have one wife but three.
And y'know what, just because he's a cultural darling, I'll put Achilles up here too because that man was a Theseus type where he was fantastic at the thing he was born to do (that is, fight whereas Theseus' was to rule) but that was not enough to eclipse his horrid temper and his weakness to young pretty things. This is the man that killed two of Apollo's sons because they wouldn't let him hit - Tenes because he refused to let Achilles have his sister and Troilus who refused Achilles so vehemently that he ran into Apollo's temple to avoid him and still couldn't escape.
All four of these men are still celebrated as great heroes and men. All four of these men are given the dignity of nuance, of having their flaws treated as just that, flaws which enrich their character and can be used to discuss the wider cultural point of what truly makes a hero heroic. All four of these men still have their legacies respected.
Why can that same mindset not be applied to Zeus? Zeus, who was a warrior-king raised in seclusion apart from his family. Zeus who must have learned to embrace the violence of thunder for every time he cried as a babe, the Corybantes would bang their shields to hide the sound. Zeus learned to be great because being good would not see the universe's affairs in its order.
The wonderful thing about sympathy is that we never run out of it. There's no rule stopping us from being sympathetic to multiple plights at once, there's no law that necessitate things always exist on the good-evil binary. Yes, Zeus sentenced Prometheus to sufferation in Tartarus for what (to us) seems like a cruel reason. Prometheus only wanted to help humans! But when you think about Prometheus' actions from a king's perspective, the narrative is completely different: Prometheus stole divine knowledge and gifted it to humans after Zeus explicitly told him not to. And this was after Prometheus cheated all the gods out of a huge portion of wealth by having humans keep the best part of a sacrifice's meat while the gods must delight themselves with bones, fat and skin. Yes, Zeus gave Persephone away to Hades without consulting Demeter but what king consults a woman who is not his wife about the arrangement of his daughter's marriage to another king? Yes, Zeus breaks the marriage vows he set with Hera despite his love of her but what is the Master of Fate if not its staunchest slave?
The nuance is there. Even in his most bizarre actions, the nuance and logic and reason is there. The Ancient Greeks weren't a daft people, they worshipped Zeus as their primary god for a reason and they did not associate him with half the vices modern audiences take issue with. Zeus was a father, a visitor, a protector, a fair judge of character, a guide for the lost, the arbiter of revenge for those that had been wronged, a pillar of strength for those who needed it and a shield to protect those who made their home among the biting snakes. His children were reflections of him, extensions of his will who acted both as his mercy and as his retribution, his brothers and sisters deferred to him because he was wise as well as powerful. Zeus didn't become king by accident and it is a damn shame he does not get more respect.
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I am liking Jujutsu Kaisen, way more than I imagined I would, but I foresee it will let me down and it's keeping me from enjoying this as much as I could haha
I think the characters and dynamics are well set, and I think many of them have an incredibly good and deep potential, but I would be willing to bet they'll not get a proper development, enough for them to really hit. A well assembled set of gears is not enough to make the movement go, you have to wind the clockwork.
I think Gojo and Megumi have a fascinating and very complex dynamic, but I doubt it will be given the time and care that imo it needs to actually work. And it is going well enough for now! One could see the intimacy between them was deeper than the one Gojo had with, say, Yuji and Nobara ever since the very first few episodes despite the fact Fushiguro too was a first year. But the pieces forming what they have are extremely complex, and it just wouldn't be realistic if it doesn't show, even if in a not showing way, or if it doesn't have consequences or implications.
It's one of those dynamics that shape one's life, the way one regards the world, the way one establishes or not relationships with other people. It's one of those dynamics that could be full of fondness, gratitude, resentment, admiration, trust, and that imply intimacy, the good kind or the bad, even if in just the knowledge of someone who's been a constant through your life. It could, and would, imply a myriad of feelings, and probably in such a mix it could imply contradictory feelings too. Even the nothingness would weight, even the nothingness would be significant and meaningful.
Gojo took Megumi and his sister under his wing, the son of a man who murdered him, because of both selfish and selfless reasons. Megumi looks like Toji. What does Gojo feel about this? How does Gojo deal with this? How does Gojo go about taking care of Megumi? Would he walk him to school? Make him breakfast? Celebrate his birthdays making him blow candles? Did he take him to the zoo? Does the relationship between them feel professional or is it something more? Gojo appreciates his students, but is Megumi to him just another student? When Gojo faces Sukuna in Megumi's body, did he see the kid he raised, or does he just see Sukuna in one of his students' body? Did he have one faint wavering instant? And how does Megumi feel about this? Is he resentful of him? Resentful of the situation? Of the selfishness behind his actions? Does he feel like a pawn? Is he grateful? Does he resent feeling grateful? Would he rather not? Does he love Gojo? Does he feel nothing about him other than what he could feel about a teacher that sort of annoys him but knows he's reliable in his strength? Does he think it unfair, cruel or unfeeling that Gojo is close, closer perhaps, with Yuuji or Yuta, considering their story? When Sukuna slices Gojo in two, does the remnants of Megumi's soul tremble?
And not just Megumi and Gojo. Yuuji and Nanami, Gojo and Nanami, Yuuji and Fushiguro, Nobara and the boys, or Nobara and Maki, Todo and Yuuji or Yuta, Gojo and Yuta, Megumi and his sister. Gojo and Geto, even! If the pieces are well set, the dynamics are intriguing, interesting, and have potential to be deep, but then the characters have like two plot relevant scenes that punch you hard, but little more, it's not nearly enough. Especially not nearly enough for the enormity that is shonen dynamics and situations. And the potential existing at all, and then not delivering, makes it all the more frustrating when you're left with something mediocre that could have been so good.
The development of dynamics through not only a few plot relevant gut wrenching moving scenes, but also the smallness of life, is important. The friend who recommended this to me said that those things were just unnecessary filler, but I disagree. I think there's a big difference between a large amount of anime-only filler episodes whose existence is based on the fact they had run out of manga chapters to animate, and moments of quietness. The low stakes character-driven moments of quietness can be so telling and so insightful, and they are so satisfactory when brought back later in higher stakes situations. My friend teased me there was no scene of Gojo making breakfast to Megumi, that it would be an idiotic idea, but it would be so telling. How he makes breakfast, what they eat, if he tries hard or if it's all mechanised, if they have personal bowls or if they use whatever, if he just buys them some pastry on the way to school, if the way they have breakfast changes through the years, or if he doesn't make them breakfast at all! All that would be very insightful on their dynamic and its evolution. All that would give a glimpse on how they regard each other and why, even in the present. All that could become meaningful in tense situations and high stakes scenes.
These moments also let the plot breath; if a lot is happening all the time, if every character is always experiencing trauma after trauma, the entire story is so emotionally draining that at some point you don't even care all that much. Besides, these nothing moments or low stakes plot arcs, besides deepening and developing dynamics, also let some in-world time pass, which would make the intimacy and bond between characters more believable imo; between Yuuji eating Sukuna's finger and their last confrontation in December how much time has passed? A few months? Am I truly to believe these characters are so everything to each other in only a few months?
Without some smallness, some repetition, some daily life, some low stakes not plot-centric development, the dynamics don't hit, they don't truly feel fleshed out, and dynamics as complex as the ones Megumi and Gojo have, or as supposedly meaningful as the one Megumi has with Yuuji or his sister, should be fleshed out if they're going to exist at all. Otherwise they'd risk making the writing feel awkward and fake. Besides, if the dynamics felt well fleshed out and realistic, they would shape the way the characters interact and act, and how they deal with situations, thus being plot relevant.
The shonen genre has so much happening all the time, the stakes are so high, the dynamics are so rooted in big events and the relationships carry enormous weight and implications. Yet they barely get developed, and it feels so stupid, so plain, the absence of something so important noticeable like a constant void, a shapeless nothingness present in every scene. It makes the characters feel like cardboard figures. Jujutsu Kaisen is already getting a better job than many, but I doubt it will do enough for what I've heard, and I fear I am bound to feel let down, and bound to feel unmoved.
After all, if not enough time and care has been given to develop a dynamic, I am not going to feel pressured by the high stakes; if not enough time and care has been given to develop the dynamic between Megumi and Yuuji, as good potential as it has I am bound to feel little for this last confrontation between Sukuna and Itadori, and his effort in getting Megumi back.
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Second Chance
Follow-up to One Shot.
Ao3 link
The Citadel is a big place. Certainly, it’s large enough to get lost in, especially for a person who doesn’t want to be found. And after looking for Shepard for the better part of a day, Kaidan can only conclude that no, she doesn’t want to be found. He doesn’t blame her for that. The coup had been chaotic, and the aftermath even more so. He’s left with more questions than answers about what went down with Udina and, hell, he’d been the one to take the shot. But it’s not that moment he plays over and over again in his mind once the shaken but still very much alive Council members begin to reassert control.
Every time he closes his eyes, all he can see is a pair of green eyes staring him down over the barrel of a shotgun and the sight of a gauntleted finger poised just over the trigger.
It doesn’t take long to find out that the Normandy is still docked, which means she’s still on the Citadel. It takes even less time for him to make his way down to D24 and to make the impulsive decision to use his Spectre authority to get past the gangway security to wait outside the Normandy’s airlock. There he stands against the bulkhead, watching the ships go past the windows now that the wartime traffic patterns have resumed. He loses track of how much time passes, but it’s enough to make him regret that terrible cup of coffee he’d downed before coming down here. Finally, the door slides open, and in walks Shepard.
The first thing he notices is just how tired she looks. Her shoulders are stooped and the circles under her eyes are so dark they might as well be bruises. When she sees him, her eyes widen and she quickly tries to back away, but the door slides shut behind her. She’s trapped with no way to get out without making the situation more awkward than it already is.
“Alenko. I’d wondered where you went,” she says with such wariness that it leaves so I could avoid you all but unsaid. At once she looks as guarded and as vulnerable as he’s ever seen her.
It strikes him then that whatever inner turmoil drove him to find her is likely a fraction of her own, and that he’s had the benefit of a few hours to sit and process while the in-demand Commander Shepard almost certainly hasn’t. Not that the Shepard he knows is the type to quietly work out her internal conflicts. No, she’ll find the nearest sparring willing sparring partner and drive them to regret the willing part.
Kaidan kicks himself for ambushing her like this. But. There’s no telling when he’ll have the opportunity to talk to her again so he forges on ahead.
“I’m trying to wrap my mind around what just happened,” he says slowly, trying to gauge where she’s at with everything that’s passed between them.
“Which part?” she asks tiredly, crossing her arms over her chest.
“It’s…” He starts, but the words catch in his throat. He breathes in through his nose and forces the words out through his mouth on the exhale. “It’s not every day you have an armed standoff with someone you love. How it all went down, it’s got me…I don’t know.” He ends lamely with a half-shrug, having run out of steam after that initial rush.
“Okay. Let’s talk.” She waves him on with one hand. Let’s get this over with.
“If I hadn’t backed down first, I feel like you would have taken me out.”
“Never.” She says the word forcefully, but it’s a lie and they both know it. He’d seen the look in her eye before, the implacable coldness with which she’d held him in her sights. He’d never imagined, not even when he’d questioned where her allegiances lay, that it would be turned on him. Yet here they are, sorting out the aftermath of just that.
But maybe it means something that she wants to spare him with the lie. Maybe it means there’s something left to save between them. Oddly, it’s her reticence that tells him that yes, she would have, but that pulling that trigger would have killed her, too. That her sense of duty, which is no less than his own, drives her far more than her personal feelings and would have led to his own death had he not trusted her is strangely reassuring.
He reaches for her, his hand remembering what it feels like to touch her, to comfort her, even while the memory of staring her down between the sights of a pistol is fresh in his mind. But forces his hand back down to his side before he can act on that impulse.
“It doesn’t matter, though. It could have played out a dozen different ways. Main thing is we stopped the coup and Cerberus is off the Citadel,” she continues, seemingly oblivious to his movement and to the unspoken revelations that crowd the space between them.
“Yeah, but sometimes the way a thing goes down does matter, Beth,” he says. “Later when you have to live with yourself. Knowing you acted with integrity, it matters.”
“You’re talking about Udina.” She looks past him, rather than at him. “Do you think he would have come in quietly? Alenko, he gave you no choice. You had to take the shot. You acted with integrity. I saw the whole thing.” It was never about Udina, but he allows her the out. So he goes with it, giving her a slow nod in agreement.
“Alright. Thanks. Look, Shepard, there’s, uh, there’s another reason I’m here.” He pushes himself away from the bulkhead and turns to face her head on and silently praying that he’s not about to make an ass of himself. “Hackett offered me a position. But, I’d turn it down in a second if there was a chance to join you on the Normandy again.”
The pause that ensues is as silent as a vacuum and heavier than a singularity. He knows he’s asking a lot. It’s not just a berth on the ship, but a place in her life. As a friend, a fellow soldier. Something. He’s barely even aware of holding his breath until the ache in his sternum forces him to breathe again. Then, her arms fall to her sides and her shoulders relax.
“Couldn’t imagine meeting the Reapers without you,” she says finally, offering him a hand that he shakes without hesitation.
“Thank you, Commander. And Beth, I need you to know that I’ll never doubt you again. I got your back.”
“Never?” A corner of her mouth tugs up into a ghost of her usual smirk, and Kaidan’s throat tightens at the glimpse of the woman he remembers in that expression.
“Well, hardly ever.” He amends, returning her grin with one of his own.
“Welcome aboard, Kaidan.”
“Aye-aye, ma’am.” His hand almost automatically raises in a salute that she quickly returns.
He turns and heads for the airlock, letting himself wonder at the second chance he never thought he’d have.
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