ok now I can’t stop thinking about the soup scene. it’s SUCH a good scene, I think there’s nothing I love more than a character who is extremely, surprisingly capable, who everyone underestimates (the same reason why the “go loud” scene hits so hard in GtN, because nobody but us and gideon knows how good cam is, and it’s thrilling to see everyone proved wrong). but it’s not just that they underestimate harrow, they straight up dismiss her as like this useless, failed child. and the whole fucking book she doesn’t get a shred of respect, and the entire book we have to see harrow- our proud and sharp and clever harrow- reduced to this trembling bleeding ball of grief, and she has to endure that too. I think she knows that she used to be more. and finally when she’s pushed to her breaking point, lobotomized, hunted, six-days-no-sleep harrow still does what no one else can do, because she’s just that desperate and she’s just that good.
John: I’d like to have sex one more time with my cavalier/wife who passed away from me putting her down for rabies 9000 years ago. My body yearns for hers. The ultimate downside to finding “the one” is she may die young and leave you wanting.
you have a father, there is another. you have a sister, there are no brothers. you have good friends, you have a lover. when friendships end, you will still love her.
ok so harrowhark can definitely make whatever she wants out of bone. it’s just a crafting material at this point. she could make a little statue. or a knife or something. whatever. it’s like clay to her. BUT I think it’s an essential part of her character that she continues to really only make bonesout of it, probably because she thinks bones are super cool. they’re her favorite and why would she make something that wasn’t some kind of skeleton. and she’s right about that
This reminds me of this moment in Sandman #38:
Harrow: “Why would I make a bone into anything that wasn’t a bone? That’s always going to be a step down.”