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Fandom: Sucker Punch
Title: Epilogue
Rating: G
Character: Sweet Pea
Summary: The only way to lose is to give up.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Zack Synder and his wonderful, messy sexploitation/feminist film.
Feedback: I am a junkie, feed my addiction. I especially like constructive criticism.
Author’s notes: This little thing was written for![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lady_krysis. Yeah. I don't know either.
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We have questions because there will always be questions. That's how we shape our world — with words, with our hands and our fingers and our bodies and our minds, all tools to carve our names on the surface of time.
We have questions about Blondie. About Amber. About Rocket.
Was she my sister? Did I imagine it?
It doesn't matter.
More important than any guesses on the relationship we had or that might have been is this:
We are all fighting the same wars. We have the same hopes. We are all sisters, by blood and by diversity both, and each invisible scar we carry is another element that binds us together.
It doesn't matter if Baby Doll is in Paradise or if Rocket was stabbed by the cook. It doesn't matter if Blondie whispered her secrets into the wrong ears or if Amber reaped the punishment of our carelessness. It doesn't matter if they're gone, because their stories are always with us. We can hold their words in the cup of our palms like secrets, or we can let them out, share their warmth until everyone has a bit of their spark.
They are mirrors to our weaknesses and our strengths, to everything that makes us human — everything that we despise, and everything that makes us transcendent.
We are beautiful.
Our stories will live on.
Fandom: Sucker Punch
Title: Epilogue
Rating: G
Character: Sweet Pea
Summary: The only way to lose is to give up.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Zack Synder and his wonderful, messy sexploitation/feminist film.
Feedback: I am a junkie, feed my addiction. I especially like constructive criticism.
Author’s notes: This little thing was written for
lady_krysis. Yeah. I don't know either.~*~
We have questions because there will always be questions. That's how we shape our world — with words, with our hands and our fingers and our bodies and our minds, all tools to carve our names on the surface of time.
We have questions about Blondie. About Amber. About Rocket.
Was she my sister? Did I imagine it?
It doesn't matter.
More important than any guesses on the relationship we had or that might have been is this:
We are all fighting the same wars. We have the same hopes. We are all sisters, by blood and by diversity both, and each invisible scar we carry is another element that binds us together.
It doesn't matter if Baby Doll is in Paradise or if Rocket was stabbed by the cook. It doesn't matter if Blondie whispered her secrets into the wrong ears or if Amber reaped the punishment of our carelessness. It doesn't matter if they're gone, because their stories are always with us. We can hold their words in the cup of our palms like secrets, or we can let them out, share their warmth until everyone has a bit of their spark.
They are mirrors to our weaknesses and our strengths, to everything that makes us human — everything that we despise, and everything that makes us transcendent.
We are beautiful.
Our stories will live on.
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