Still Not Ready

The Red Wedding destroyed whatever safety I thought the show had left. After that scene, no one was sacred. That was the point - Game of Thrones showed you that loyalty and honor mean nothing when you’re up against ruthlessness and power. The smart move was always the cruelest one.

Then Cersei, naked through the streets. Stannis burning his own daughter. The show kept going darker. Eight seasons of watching people betray each other, compromise, break. Eight years of understanding that the game is rigged and nobody wins.

And now it’s ending. Final season in April. I have no idea what comes next, and I can’t tell if I’m more anxious about getting answers or dreading what those answers will be. Who takes the throne? Is there even a throne left? I want to know. I also don’t.

You sit with this show long enough and you start seeing yourself in the choices people make when everything’s on the line. The compromises. The lines they cross. A character does something monstrous and you understand exactly why. Maybe that’s what’s scary - that it makes perfect sense.

I’ll watch it when it comes. I’ve watched this far. But I’m not ready for it to be over, not because I think it’ll disappoint, but because I don’t know what I do with eight years of living with this story.