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crimeronan:

the silt verses season 3 + dying words.

brother philly:

CARPENTER: (Breathless and furious) I told him. I told him I wouldn’t take another life in his name. I was done with him. And yet there you are, brother - and here I am. BROTHER PHILLY: (In pain) No, wait- -and she shoots him. ​ CARPENTER: There’s your fucking miracle.

adjudicator cross:

CROSS: (Yelling) I…I wrote my wine cellar off as a business expense! Five hundred and eighty bottles of finest Linger vintage, my life’s work! I said it was for hosting! (As the exasperated final straw) And I never sodding drank half of it! ​ CARPENTER: (Yelling) Feels better, doesn’t it! Anyone else? CROSS: (A panicked yelp, seconds before impact) Oh, gods!

carson:

CARSON: (Experiencing it, believing it) I was…I was a milkman. VAL: (Kindly) Yes, you were. CARSON: (Feebly, offering up one final kindness in turn) And you, Val…You were a ballerina. You danced. And afterwards…you read your books, in the sunlight, far from anyone - for as long as you wanted. (Just enjoying the thought of it) You danced. And then you didn’t. CARSON wheezes, breathes out - and expires.

rane:

FAULKNER: It’s funny, Rane, it’s really, really funny! You don’t look any different! You’re meant to be born anew, Sibling! That’s what this is all about! (Striking RANE with the butt of the staff) You’re meant to be DIFFERENT! You’re meant to be BETTER! Why aren’t you becoming SOMETHING BETTER? On the third strike, the staff snaps apat. SIBLING RANE fights to the surface. SIBLING RANE: (Gasping) Please! High Prophet! Please! I’m begging you!

val:

VAL collapses into a chair, breathing hard.; she's utterly spent The gas is still hissing behind her; the music is still playing. ​ There's a box of matches on the side. She shakes it experimentally, then takes one out. VAL: (Speaking it into reality, one last time) And before she died... ...she remembered who she was. The music stops. VAL lights the match. We hear the rising roar of an explosion-

shrue:

BROTHER PHILLY: (Furious) You’re supposed to be talking about us! (Roaring) TALK ABOUT US! TALK - ABOUT - US! ​ On the other side of the glass, he hefts his rifle. SHRUE: (Yelling) Kill your gods! The glass of the booth window explodes as PHILLY furiously fires. SHRUE cries out - and falls.

hayward:

HAYWARD: Never really cared for any of you all that much, if I’m honest. You never made life much easier for me. ​ Silence. ​ HAYWARD: (With dying satisfaction, and one final shrug) Fuck it. This one’s not…for any of you. ​ This one’s for me. He gasps, shudders - and then he dies.

faulkner:

Sister! I love you! Where are you going? Don’t turn your back on me! Don’t you dare- don’t you dare- (Gasping and resurfacing) Sister! Sister! I need you! (Coughing and sinking) SISTER, PLEASE! COME BACK! PLEASE HELP ME! SISTER! MARCO! MARCO! CAN YOU HEAR ME? SISTER! (Screaming at the Trawler-man) Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! LET ME GO! I- Sister, please, please- ​ MARCO! ​ MARCO! SISTER!

carpenter:

CARPENTER: (Softly declaiming to the sky) I’ll forget what I was. When the tide comes home. I’ll forget what I did, When the tide comes home. There’ll be…there’ll be no more need For hurt, word or deed For counsel or creed For…for sorrow or… (Chuckling; she can’t remember it) How did the damn thing end again? How did it, uh- She begins to laugh, tiredly and brokenly- -and then a loud gunshot rings out from the hills below. One last trick.

.....and finally, a bonus.

our final girl.

paige:

We walk on, with a rough and tarnished hope, and a tangled, ruined love. We hope that against all odds, we will find more than just another lonely ending in the darkness. We hope that those who come after us will make it further than we could. We hope you find the missives that have been left for you. We hope you can make sense of them. We hope you find them flawed, inadequate, yearning. We hope someday you’ll find a way to follow us. ​ Silence. ​ PAIGE: (Slowly, calmly, with feeling) These were The Silt Verses.