[ It's the week before little Yancy Sokolov goes back to school and like she does, every Friday night, Mako finds her way to the Sokolov household to spend time with the family she likes to consider her own. She has never had a set-up quite like this, where everything is, as Raleigh would put it, "low-key" and laid-back. It's the most domestic set-up Mako's ever been in outside of the memories of another house in Anchorage and while at first, she had opted to give both Raleigh and Naomi space for the love between them to bloom, her co-pilot and the woman he loves have embraced her as a fixture in her lives.
You're a part of him. You're the reason Yancy and I have him. It's a package deal, Mako, so you're as much a part of us as anyone else has a right to be.
( She's never had siblings. The closest approximation of that kind of bond was a mix of rivalry and childhood affection that changed into something she still has no name for and is shaped in the silhouette of one Chuck Hansen. And while Raleigh is not her brother, he is an intrinsic part of who she is, and with the ghost-drift between them she sees what he does when he looks at his girls ( their girls, Mako sometimes thinks, because little Yancy is a child she would teach the ways of her childhood to, and Naomi has been the unexpected friend who knows the story of the only father she has ever known ) she feels the intensity of his love for them, the way it shakes him to the very foundations of his soul where the old wounds that stem from a fear of so much loss sometimes threaten to overtake him.
When he is like this and Naomi calls her in tears because there are things that she understands she will never be privy to, Mako drives over and takes him away to sit under the stars where she offers solace in a silence that reassures: You will not lose them, Raleigh. I will never allow it. Your happiness is mine, remember? )
They're all curled up in a mattress stretched out on Naomi's livingroom floor with Return of the King playing on the large, flat-screen television that Tendo had shipped them last week. It's an interesting study in limbs, the four of them -- Naomi curled at Raleigh's left, while Mako rests her head on his right thigh, little Yancy's head on her stomach.
As Miranda Otto's Eowyn delivers the killing blow, Mako takes a measure of pride in the way her co-pilot's niece sniffs almost derisively at the abridged take on what could have been a set of beautiful lines. ]
I will never understand why they did not just include the full monologue.
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You're a part of him. You're the reason Yancy and I have him. It's a package deal, Mako, so you're as much a part of us as anyone else has a right to be.
( She's never had siblings. The closest approximation of that kind of bond was a mix of rivalry and childhood affection that changed into something she still has no name for and is shaped in the silhouette of one Chuck Hansen. And while Raleigh is not her brother, he is an intrinsic part of who she is, and with the ghost-drift between them she sees what he does when he looks at his girls ( their girls, Mako sometimes thinks, because little Yancy is a child she would teach the ways of her childhood to, and Naomi has been the unexpected friend who knows the story of the only father she has ever known ) she feels the intensity of his love for them, the way it shakes him to the very foundations of his soul where the old wounds that stem from a fear of so much loss sometimes threaten to overtake him.
When he is like this and Naomi calls her in tears because there are things that she understands she will never be privy to, Mako drives over and takes him away to sit under the stars where she offers solace in a silence that reassures: You will not lose them, Raleigh. I will never allow it. Your happiness is mine, remember? )
They're all curled up in a mattress stretched out on Naomi's livingroom floor with Return of the King playing on the large, flat-screen television that Tendo had shipped them last week. It's an interesting study in limbs, the four of them -- Naomi curled at Raleigh's left, while Mako rests her head on his right thigh, little Yancy's head on her stomach.
As Miranda Otto's Eowyn delivers the killing blow, Mako takes a measure of pride in the way her co-pilot's niece sniffs almost derisively at the abridged take on what could have been a set of beautiful lines. ]
I will never understand why they did not just include the full monologue.