Ah. Well, the choreography of that one is beautiful, but the one at the end is still my favorite. [The truth was, the fight at the end always made her cry; not just because Inigo reminded her of Roy, but because of that one striking line, the line they could all identify with too well, of a loss that they could never get back.] Not a clue. It’s got to be one of the best films of all time. [She readjusted on the couch, curled up against Jason’s side. Exhaustion from her shift began to settle in, eyes beginning to droop, but Kori persevered — for the sake of how much she loved the film, if nothing else.]
[She rested her head on his shoulder, and he slid lower on the couch. She was warm, but still wrapped in a blanket. The heat seeped into him, and they were both asleep before the Wesley and Buttercup reached the Fire Swamp. Lightly snoring, they both appeared dead to the world, content, well fed, and back in each other’s lives. Friends until the very end, too close to be confused with anything else. Closer than lovers, closer than she and Roy had ever been. Entirely without romantic feelings. Siblings, united in spilled blood.]
[Outlaws.]
and all of this will never be the same again 