Are you Prime? Because I am absolutely not.
I’m emotionally compromised and slightly dehydrated.
I don’t know what everyone’s whining about - “It’s not like the first three.” Well, of course not. The Society’s in shambles, kids are grown, trauma’s been marinating for a decade. It’s messy. It should be. We can’t go straight into slinging razors and ramming ships into each other - can we at least offend someone, spit on a Gold, maybe slap a peerless or two? Goryhell, foreplay, people.
I actually really enjoyed the multiple POVs. It felt like zooming out on the war - seeing the cracks, the consequences, the collateral. Some characters I wanted to hug. Some I wanted to punt off a bridge.
And the graphic audio production was flawless, as expected. At this point, I don’t even have thoughts of my own. The cast is narrating my life. I hear Mustang when I try to be brave and Sevro chuckling at my own jokes.
As tradition demands, I cried. Twice. (Minimum quota met.)
And now I’m well and truly screwed. I want Dark Age like a Obsidians want a bloodbath, but there’s no chance I’m facing that war without the voices that carried me this far. So I’ll wait. I’ll suffer. Maybe cry into a pillow.