I loved the subtle differences between Nash's projection of Eames, Arthur's projection of Eames vs real Eames, and how Arthur always had to remind himself that he did not know the real Eames, no matter how he might want to respond otherwise.
And Mal... god, Mal just broke my heart all over again. I loved the way you portrayed her here and worked out her tragic story and described her descent into madness through the eyes of an oblivious Arthur. That something was just not right and becoming worse and then the scene after the funeral... wonderful.
This isn't his Eames. This Eames flirts like breathing and never means it and he doesn't love Arthur. Except that, after Mal, Arthur isn't sure he believes projections can love anyone either, and where does that leave him?
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I loved the subtle differences between Nash's projection of Eames, Arthur's projection of Eames vs real Eames, and how Arthur always had to remind himself that he did not know the real Eames, no matter how he might want to respond otherwise.
And Mal... god, Mal just broke my heart all over again. I loved the way you portrayed her here and worked out her tragic story and described her descent into madness through the eyes of an oblivious Arthur. That something was just not right and becoming worse and then the scene after the funeral... wonderful.
This isn't his Eames. This Eames flirts like breathing and never means it and he doesn't love Arthur. Except that, after Mal, Arthur isn't sure he believes projections can love anyone either, and where does that leave him?
I wanted to cuddle Arthur after this!