"Lenny_Ogg;c-18356661" wrote:
If it was my story I'd try to explain to the readers why they want to be together
That's the part I tremendously enjoy...
"Lenny_Ogg;c-18356661" wrote:
and then I would show them in situations that lead them back together.
...and that's the part I'm struggling with, haha! I really felt I had written myself into a corner yesterday, but thanks to everyone who has chimed in, a roadmap is emerging.
I had neglected to take the limited resources/survival aspect into account. Sure, the droids can go shopping, but the town doesn't have limitless supplies, least of all for strangers that might bring their own conflicts to Strangerville. So building on that and on Amos' background, yes, I can see the others telling him "Get a grip on yourself and stop pouting already or the door's right over there!". Him being self-absorbed with a very high opinion of his abilities, Amos might just leave.
Trouble is, his best skills are Rocket Science, Writing and Research/Debate, he's a commander and strategist, not that good at spur of the moment decisions or sim to sim combat. So at one point (depending on which townies the game spawns) he will get himself captured by MOTHER's cult and either be made into another henchman or kept fresh as a snack.
When he gets rescued, Willow will silently offer Amos a dose of the actual cure (this time offered as a gift, not spilled into the face). They are relieved to be together again, but neither will apologize to the other. They'll just pretend they never had a gripe (leaving the option for the wound to open up in the future as outlined in an earlier post).
So this is the setup, with the exact details depending on what happens ingame.
"Working together with you guys was a greater challenge than fighting you. For the first time since I was three years old, there were no demands or expectations, just acceptance. Such a soft lifestyle! Laughable, really. I mean, corn syrup on a stick and chocolate Vaders? C'mon! But it also was enticing, in a way. I felt... sheltered. I considered throwing everything away and switch sides. But then you bared your fangs, did what needed to be done, with no regard to my feelings in this matter, and the illusion of a happy rebel utopia in the woods got pierced. It wasn't you, who betrayed me, and who I was mad at, that I see now. It was the way the universe works."
"Then come with us already and let's change that! I'll even gift you the largest flower you've ever seen!"
"MOTHER?"
"Yes. It's time to pot her up for good."
