Kenya: "So, like a performer. An actress!"
Stahma: "I had a loyal, if small, following... My father disapproved."
Kenya: "Tell me one."
Stahma: "That was literally five thousand years ago."
Kenya: "So write a new one."
But she can't. She's become the shape she assumed. Became what she pretends to be. Shiro ksa yu re ya. When she says, "I don't remember any," it's the saddest thing in the world, just heartbreaking: Stahma Tarr, remembering beauty. Longing for it.
But Kenya is what she pretends to be. To the lost -- to the needful, and the wanting -- what Stahma is to her boys. To the heart, what Irisa is to pain:
Kenya: "Do you want to dance with me?"
Stahma doesn't stand, she doesn't paste on that smile that hides her insult. She does nothing but -- for the moment, not performing -- simply ask for another drink. Kenya's not a beast, she's not Datak or Stahma, but she's a person whose capacity for compassion is the human reflection of Stahma's own nurturing approach. Her love cuts, where Kenya's heals, but they both come from the same place, and in this moment Stahma sees it. Their marushka springs from the same well, no matter how different they seem. And this, too: It was a need, all along. Quickly becoming a want.
In the aftermath -- for now -- proud Amanda and Nolan find Tommy, injured and barely hanging on. "I zigged when I should've zagged," he grins, and drops. The panic in her voice when she shouts his name speaks highly of us all.
Yewll still recovering in the wreckage when they bring him in, and she shoots up one of those adrenal drugs before explaining that Sukar's visited her as well.
Yewll: "He started tearing apart my equipment, I tried to stop him..."
Nolan: "Really because I am pretty sure he's dead, and also where is my daughter."
Yewll: "With him. She dressed my wound. Scrappy for a dead guy, huh? Fucked me right up. Help me get Tommy on... Oh, shit. CPR!"
Nolan: "Why didn't she stop him from hurting you? And is Tommy gonna make it?"
Yewll: "Not likely, at the moment."
Nicky: "What a great nap! And what do you know, my truck's fixed!"
Rafe: "Enjoy getting the fuck out of my... Wait, are you stealing a throw pillow?"
Nicky: "Check out this blood on it!"
Rafe: "Oh, whatever. Get lost. Whatever this fresh bullshit is, I'm not interested."