Guys like us, like you, in a town like Riverdale, we don’t have a lot of options. So even if something bad could happen, we go for it. Cause what if, for ten minutes, or maybe even just for two minutes, we’re not alone.
“…the protomolecule is effectively exalting her. It’s almost an alter.”
“…with the description in the scripts we went with this sort of, almost like a temple that has been built around her….she’s in this place that is almost reverent.”
Listen, I don’t buy the idea that Miller isn’t spiritual at all. Sure, he’s jaded, and he doesn’t buy into organized religion like I think he wishes he could (hello, going to the Mormons anyone?), but you can’t tell me that her rosary like necklace, her vision of him coming to her almost like the annunciation, his reverent devotion to her, doesn’t make their story an almost spiritual experience.
Romance aside, she was his religion. The thing that made him decide to try to be better. She was his goddess, and he her trusted and devoted knight.
The only way this isn’t a fairy tale is that it takes place in space. Are space fairy tales a thing?
Avelera 