Alak: "Humans think too much, and obsess about bodies."
Christie: "Yeah, let's talk about our cultural differences and see which one is shittier."
Alak: "How about this, you tell my parents you don't want to do it. How does that sound? How about you be the one that defies my insane parents, and I'll be the radio DJ."
When Nolan hails, Alak patches him through without any ado at all; as much as I've loved all along the image of the Arch standing guard over them all, I love even more the way Alak instinctively puts himself to its use. His music is one way, his relationships with Nolan and Amanda are another. What a neat way to use the character.
This is Lawkeeper Nolan. The cloud approaching Defiance is a razor rain storm. For those of you who have never experienced razor rain, you can expect sudden barrages of metal shrapnel, fragments of the dead ships floating in the Arkbelt. The squalls are unpredictable, and can form anywhere at any time. The metal fragments can easily slice through exposed skin and conventional clothing. Stay indoors.
All over town they flip into action. Nicky and Rafe listen worriedly at his kitchen table, while Amanda puts everybody in her office to work immediately: A temporary shelter at "the All-Faith" (love it) and a strike team led by Deputy Tommy for emergency repairs. I liked the opening this morning, the idea that part of Nolan's job is being a handyman to keep everything running, but even more that this is Amanda's second thought: That we keep building home, that the project never ends, even when the sky itself catches fire.
The rain is secondary, for the Spirit Riders, to the miracle that has just happened in front of them. As Sukar rather inscrutably packs up and gets his shit together -- including some things we've seen him wearing before, so I guess they didn't melt all his shit -- they fight it out, based on the information at hand.
The shaman, she is absolutely sure that this is a curse: It's not "our" Sukar running around packing up guns and strange equipment while they stand around feeling weird. She's right. The believers, they know that Irzu brought him back, for reasons unknown but only good ones, because Irzu is good. They are also right. Some of them call it impossible, they are right. Others say "impossible" is a word without meaning, here on a new world. They are right, too.
In the middle -- of three storms, not two -- stands Little Wolf, for whom the stakes are very different. For them, this is what suffices for a theological discussion. For her, it's biography. She is just a normal girl, and she is a miracle. She is something that shouldn't exist, and she is the new world. So when she looks up at him, and he calls her over -- "Irzu's path flows through us both. There's work ahead" -- she can't move. He shakes his head.