Aeryn's head is still safe on John's shoulder as the elevator door finally opens. "Is this our floor?" he asks, leaning against the door and looking out. "Don't know," she replies. "Have to get out and have a look around." He follows her. In every scene where the Fat Man matters, where bluster matters -- in every scene that is a lie -- Aeryn follows John, a step or two behind. Every scene that matters, every time they're alone, every time they're actually getting shit done that doesn't involve appearing some crazy way, Aeryn's in front. There's one perfect image in The Peacekeeper Wars, where two people in love, with their arms around each other, each aim their guns forward: protecting the six and knowing beyond a shadow of doubt that the other one's got things covered. They use it in Mr. & Mrs. Smith too, actually, that symbol. It's so neat. To see these kids who strive so hard and keep getting the hell beat out of them, suddenly -- after giving away everything that means anything, after sacrificing even unto what makes them who they are -- suddenly working in a balletic synchronicity, an abrupt click into place that is as beautiful, and graceful, as it is simple, and full of grace. It starts here, on Katratzi; it's just Plato, telling you to fall in love and mean it. Facing forward, facing back; leading or following. My side, your side: love gives you all the sides and every angle. Katratzi never stood a chance.
D'Argo's holding the Charrid's knife down when the alarm sounds: intruder alert in the Crystherium chamber." Guess it was the right floor after all; Aeryn and John walk down into a room full of Birds of Paradise. Something lovely and organic, in a shiny black room like that, gives me the creeps. This episode really works every angle it can, with the flowers. The simple fact that the Scarrans eat beauty, even if we don't know it yet. The light shining down on the field from above. A huge bloom opposite, against the wall. "Never knew Scarrans were so sentimental," John says, and they walk down into the flowers. He picks one, and wonders when the soldiers will come. She works her way back to him: "What do you want to do, to get noticed?" They laugh, as he pulls her down into the flowers: "Got arrested once. College. Let me show ya."
Split-second later, a group of armed Charrids hurry off the elevator, yelling to get the hell out of the flowers. John's whispered "damn" is heard from the field, and then they stand up. Aeryn blows her hair out of her face and straightens her clothes; John zips his pants back up. John says quietly, once again, "There's never enough time." They put their jackets back on and roll their eyes.